Lyrics:
holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
Police squads tryin to bogard, we rip and rob
The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is
In
feel em in your vain
Like ramello's pops from sugarhill
J be the cause for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face
We started
Lets go, lets go
Ay
Check
Yo
Vicious the shit that I'm spitting
Ridiculousness cause you got it in clip
Finish my dinner eating like a winner
They're
step when the kid is moving forward
Only thing that she can think is get some money for it
Now she doing videos when she strip tease
Every month her
acts
y'all ain't touching my squad
Run the whole yard, anybody disguised, pulling your card
Mock my life, nigga, it's too hard
Ready for battle in
surrounded by skrippers
I'm so official don't let it offend you so if you think small I'ma tell you think bigger
I'm in the stew
Cooking up dope in the booth
your iPod player
Running in circles on these tracks
Only to roll in a cage and
You crashed like a NASCAR racer
I'm a gargantuan Hall Of Famer
On stage
Scandalous times
This game's like my religion
You could be rollin' with a thug
Instead you with this weak scrub
Lookin' for some love in every club
I see you
also made some records in photos and videos (mini clips) of the places and path where I walked.
This album was produced completely independently, in
rebuttals for real
Ya chick a thot, she lick the cock
Then gave scar to my man
Have four balls in her hand
She got jugglin' skills
But stop by ya spot
holy war, it be hard to dip and dodge
Police squads tryin to bogard, we rip and rob
The boulevard ain't safe for your kids, that's how it is
In
the
Instruments or get someone to play
It if I can't and the one
Time I sample for this album, it gets
Rejected, right before I have to turn
The album in i got
I'm rappin in a stall
Me under where? like I'm down to the draws
Niggas say they with you won't ride for the cause
Only ride suit em is the ride
Raw shit that you can't counterfeit
Like carbon copying styles witnessed on video clips
Decapitation from the guillotine split
Fatally flying
a crossdresser now/
Tell me fag, how u gon' take the pressure now/
We got the LIVE up in the hive type shit/
Ain't none o' ya'll matchin' Persona type wit/
Only
started nigga
Why you had to come all the way
Over here for a father figure
All that motivation I gave you
The only thing you grasped was
To go into Clips
You know where to find me
For my dawgs yeah I got them all behind me
Want a milli in the bank with a dime piece
Chilling beachside by the palm trees
drove a Mulsanne
Five keys of gold sittin' on my neck in the flame
Surrounded by black women, West African king
And I'm gonna go to Ghana to reclaim my
Don't take it personal, it's only music
Holla at me, yo, yo, ice water, yo, yo, yo, yo
Try me, PC'll put a clip in a nigga
Fuck a hole, my
take a nigga picture
Pray for the day to get ya, but I'ma parlay
Stay richer for now
Jigga hasn't done dirt in a while
You know my stomach's getting weak
of July
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
Nothin' but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Rich niggas
headin' read "Jay-Z breaths, 80 degrees"
the only thing to cool them off is a Malibu day breeze
Can't sop for the feds, say cheese
You know they wanna
Mxwaah! May you rest in peace
With my Sycamore style
More sicker than yours 44 and 54 draws
As my pilot, steers my Lear- yes, my dear
Shit's official, only
begins to seep in
That's the only thing keepin' you from leapin' off the motherfreakin' deep end
And I'm pulling for you to push through this feeling
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