Lyrics:
even save me I was wrong before long God paved a new way
My head a mix of greatness and ingenuity
I find a place in my heart for anyone who's true to me
compete
Then we got AP, he a G on them keys
When he not in the stu, you can catch him on the green (Four)
Makin these hits over by the sea
Maybe you asking
Brew a
Kettle of that nasty shit we people have to live with. It's
Not like I'm a zealot, but I'd rather wear a helmet than to
Elope home alone,
brothers
It's all good, we strong people
More strain on the brain
And the pain I deal with
Ill with nasty niggas
My whole crew on some real shit
For real,
a freaky little trick puffin dodo sticks
I can live foul as dirt road hicks
I can make three plus two make six
Cut with verbal scrapes and nicks
of Caddy or the truck
Whippin', movin'
Crew going stupid
Really in the mood to pack you out
You losin'
Like a 8ball that I hit with a pool stick
Had hella
Wishing for them live shows
Where everyone inside knows
This is how the mind, soul, body reconnect
Much respect to the crews who break a neck
I'm only 5'4
with Po-yo, and his trunk is steady glowin
See that boy me and Poo
Hes steady jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that
jammin Screw
Two toned blades
Flippin rollin with tha whole crew
Yes that screw you he's a dealer
Boy had a seizure
Its that '96, Kiki locked we gon
(gimme that)
Now I carry a sword, attached by a live cord
Oh my lord!
Chorus: Erick Sermon (repeat 4X)
Watch me do it up like this.. {"like this.." ->
bout to wet it up, get it up
Take a track, drape it in jewels and set it up
I'm so nasty with mines, I warm it up like raw liquor
Dime pieces throw it
Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock
Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty
I'm the man
I take you out to the finest restaurant
Buy
we won't need one
Once it's begun, you better recognize
Terrorism on the rise caused by government suits and ties
Because they mix truth with lies,
Nigga, you justifying, nigga, you just Straight lying, nigga, you, nigga, you The most defying
Two-faced multiplying, nigga, who Nigga, who the fuck
name is, man we got a real crew, we got
Motherfuckers over here rapping for real, eat pussy on records and
Shit, that shit ain't what's happening, we
to rip
900 number, we got two pairs of it
MP3 shit, I'm not sharin' it
Classic samples and loops, we not clearin' it
The life of DJ, there's no comparin'
she love how a nigga move (swear)
Usually I catch 'em in twos
But tonight it's gon' be me and you (just us)
I told her "you gotta play by my rules"
the dough
The lifestyle I live is untouchable
So we clutch a few, guns that'll touch your crew
'Cause we learned to do what the hustlers do
Different ways
Yep, yep, yep, beat it by the king pimp
Call mix if you wanna peep game simp
Freak daddy if you wanna get nasty, call freak momma fast g, fast g, fast g
only, that's just the code that I live by
Tell me I can't do it, it won't work, and I'ma still try
Try to hold me back and doubted me, they did it
Yuhh
Woo
Glrrt pow
A10
A10
A10
A10
A10
You know the f**cking Vibes n***a
Long Live Pop Smoke n***a
Me my n****s don't lack
Send two shots to ya back
(2x)
We Classy so nasty
We Clashy so fancy
(Misunda Stood)
Heavy in the mix Cuz I got the juice
And I got the brew spilling and I'm staining too
the applause if you ain't live the anguish
You and your vision up at three am
Two hours of sleep before you clocking in
Then you right back, cuz the grind truly
the beach raise ya glasses
Swagger By the masses
Gelato or sherbet, fuck it mix em both
Throughout my other raps you witnessed the growth
Could be sliding
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