Lyrics:
The nine makes you feel this
The pain that I'm going through 'til I'm sitting on millions
My minds on that paper, wishin' upon a caper
I need to stack now, I
we striking
Reconstructing maps planting QB flags
Son we want to visualize picture
Analyze, situate another Bellevue patient
A cardiac arrest state
a well bow tis doe waaaaaaay!
Submitted by Zodiac
NIGHT GOAT:
She wants my way to feel
And I cut my teeth
It's more nine hundred miles
Oh,
now on the News they said he shot down
Fucked wit gang what happened now
10 guns 9 rounds 8 opps 7 found 6 Sead 5 clowns RIP when that gun sounds
We
Charlotte but we bypassed Rockhill, we never was a minute late.
We were ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown rolling out of Georgia state.
Had some motor
wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
Oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang
Oo-chie wally wally
He really really really work my body
He really really really
run country, they'll say, "Trudeau"
Papi chulo, grippin' culo
And I got the flows niggas steal like boot toes
You boys reachin' new lows
Lettin' me
they'll say, "Trudeau"
Papi chulo, grippin'
And I got the flows, steal like boot toes
You boys reachin' new lows
Lettin' me take the rap for that Casper
every state
The littest nigga in my city man I swear to god
Remember I was broke as hell I used to pray to god
I never had no 9-5 I couldn't keep
Yeah, yeah
Pluto
I don't hang with rats, that's some new type shit
Get a nigga whacked on the news type shit
Sip and drankin' Actavis on some
In the world to live"
Oh yeah! Yeah! There are so many ways to die in New York city
Come on! Race riots, drive by shootings, subway crashes
check it out son
hit em with the body blow
no doubt, light the la
New York, Boston
yo, cross the tri-state
the five gates, word up
snatch out ya liver
Wrap ya body in a plastic bag, and tell my fans
My new dance is "Dead Man Floating In A River"
my Kodak thoughts, picture dark, clear
I still do this shit for lord
Aight
Student trapper
Went to Jackson State
Package on the way
It's on the state
P's up on the play
A case of purple
niggas dont wanna be ops
Lotta guns n dey dirty lil nigga we need new props
I got one in the head so dis clip got 32 shots
Im really a killer lil nigga
could say I'm a new man though my body's still wrecked
Can't afford a massage so my boo does her best
But if we end up fighting then I gotta hit my ex
forces, green beret
Heavily around my throat, I don't play
Shit brand new, back in eighty-nine, the same way
The God P walk with a limp see, but simply
jux, rush the doors
Here come the D's, time to make breeze and guns toss
In full force, my team'll go at your main source
My 9 Taurus hit bosses
ਰੱਖ ਲੈ (Yes, Live from United States)
Brooklyn New York it's ya boy, Young
ਨੀਵਿਆਂ ਤੂੰ ਕੁੱਝ ਚਿਰ ਪਾ ਕੇ ਰੱਖ ਲੈ
ਪੱਲੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਮੁੱਖੜਾ ਲੁਕਾ ਕੇ ਰੱਖ ਲੈ (The
In every state and every city
I can't help it I like steak and I like titi's
You can't help it you just faking ya saddity
Calm down I like Ratchet
Evil entity, time is resenting me
Thousands of years later I must conceal my identity
A vampire
Arrraahhaaa-hahahahahaha!!!
New heights, where
blind to these lies, they die younger
In this New World the Order slaughter men, women, and children
Ten feet gates surround the building keep us
Hope you ready shit going down
M16's if you intervene
K-9 unit they bringing out the hounds
War on the street, military state
Much too late for you
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
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