Lyrics:
but their naked till
They bite this bredren
My style is hunging on a tree in the garden of of eden
Too much weapons I told you guys ideal in arms
If
a young black boy who got No dough
Living with my parent no Friends oh no
I ain't going to be watching p o No
I don't wanna attract g o no
By this time
Not
When you broke and black that mix dont ever come with wins
I watched the ghetto take a toll and stretch my momma thin
My biggest dream was to buy a house
born by withered throats - sear hearts beating black - ancient and foul
Ring-a-ring-a-rosies - a pocket full of posies
Is that sound around the corner
that i abide by
They wanna ride my wave until they capsize
He waiting for their wave, but it's just low tide
I'm sitting in the coupe, i'm
shapes and crafts
Stay true to most high
I know it's my own source
That I goes by
You niggas is lost if you closed eyed
I spit deciphered hieroglyphics
the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't hang if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon
Searching for my style like Job-Corps
Coming home on work release
Me I'm getting money
You niggas dying of thirst
Execution style watch his
Motherfucking brains burst
I just put some twelves and by
Nines in my black
Omg this that black on black So I guess am back
I'm so bad, Michael Jackson bad Bitch I'm hell of bad
Walk my way but don't waste my timeI ain't got
check it, exit the old style
Enters the new
But nothing's new 'bout being hawked by a crew
Or should I say flock cause around every block
There's
rest is on my born day
Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch the world go by and my thought connect
I think about the time past
your working hard
By the sweat of your brow they say
Slowly cruising to the top
Boasting posting in the chat
Drop top cruising Cali style
All my crew we
die? (Bitch, please)
Gettin G's by any means necessary
That's why my cousin doin' time
And my dogs got buried
Y'all bitches is afraid of the gang
Sittin'
you gon' be"
?
In the late night!
Around my way we lamp, many styles get cramped
I clock rocks in the rain 'til my socks is damp
Ain't nothin'
gettin steamed
Gotta find a way, to get accepted by my peers
So now I'm sippin on beers
Buyin new gear, nuthin but the best
Forget Levi's strictly Polo
attitude
And when it comes to my peoples you ain't half as rude
Follow the crowd or be a leader, take your pick
Now I'm smokin' Buddha Philly blunt style
Bitch I'm just a stunner I ain't holy
Bitch my tattos dark cause all that light just ain't my style
Only one alike her I ain't seen her in a while
Secret
these kill like a disease
Tried to fill my shoes, and caught the blues
Because they get bruised by the rhymes I choose
I kill rappers at random, I
Look, my feet stink but my breath smell like mint (Facts)
My smile crooked but she wanna see me during lent
I got my style from the choir (Yahweh)
I use
class)
Ship sinking fast
(Bon voyage)
See you at the bottom when I spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aaahuuumm I got 'em
What's up my brother?
What's
night jitters
Or maybe not this flow is like a rabies shot
To hip hop rappers is on
My nerves like Baby Bop
This style I keep piled up
The type of shit,
give a fuck
He wanna be like me, they hating my style All black, all white, with red Nikes, that's
how I roll out, He wanna be like me, they wanna steal
twenty-two divided by seven
You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you're not a motherfucking thug yet
Your mind is
to count the people
I sent to heaven
Produces more digit's than twenty-two
Divided by seven you like Kevin Spacey
Your style is usually suspect
You never
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