Lyrics:
that McGregor walk
Pushing the challenger, true to no amateur
Jump stupid and I swear I'ma damage you
Shout out to Kilo, shout out to Derrick
Shout out
I solicited on
You know the ratio, when you from the hood, the only place we know
Only three out of ten of us gon' make it though
No President
and rocked"
"Money in the bank, yeahhhh"
"Rocked and rolled, but then you rolled and rocked"
This is the stage of Triple-X
When you're sittin' by
Hell nah
I ain't never told no lie
I ain't never told no lie
My bros goin ride till the day we die
My fam stay close they're by my side
On my mind
pedophiles think I'm not photogenic
So cook up what you want in your burnt out skillet
Just know I do hunt and do know how to kill it
You think you get
quarters and halves off
The blow is coming through, this ain't a casino but I'm your dealer
Dro in my challenger, like Al Pacino and stop this nigga
life
I can't watch it go by
Now is the time
It's our choice to make
Every breath we take
No more praying
Off your knees
Play your heart out
and watched the disaster
Of the Space Shuttle Challenger
Exploding over the Atlantic Ocean
73 seconds it had only been gone 73 seconds
A minute
the limit in a3alee al-samaa
The Dam-Shaqaqy Thaqafee, Luckily
Was never worried bout what could be
If record labels would sign me
Im fine with "Ana" just me
Always looking out for something else, ain't we
If I call you my own, would you limit my bone
You know I'm just being choosy, let's get it
Weather in
by Circle K and we cuffed all the Sprites
We just Downtown bullshittin
We just downtown bullshittin
Trying not to swerve too much the cops out/ Off
efforts are negated by the passive observers.
*
They spend days before the T.V. set so burned out,
Is it any wonder they've lost all sense of vision
(Klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack-klack)
Yo, the year of the Blacksmith
It ain't defined by any calender
Just thought I'd remind all you challengers, uh
the throne not knowin the seat hotter
Than fish grease, criminal names on police blotters
You can miss me, I hit targets like top shotters
Out in
Bullets have a name defined by different calibers
Concrete jungle, beware of different challengers
Gotta have the stomach for dookie bags and catheters
Play
may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
M-I- to the T
Yeah, I'm Silkk the SHOCKER!!!!
And yeah, that's me
Tank dog all I want to be, nigga I told ya
Tat on my back, is that of a no limit
shot by cops to the stomach
I see now, the only blue that got my back is on a 100
Why would I get a paycheck for government to take taxes out it
To buy
Our time is limited
Each moment is live or die
We living at that limit my friend
Pain is the only in the mind
Fight or flight till the light die out
by one
No Wesley
Dashing on em like the autobon
Run em out the battle at adawa
Ashes to ashes
Haffi burn out the fascist
All I know bout ratchet
Is
him get away with this, man
This no opp talk on God
Woke up yesterday, said i might crash out
Devil getting caught up in a bad spot
We gon' have
wetting up the block every section hot
The gats flash out by leaps and bounds
Now police and hounds making up grounds
Cause they chasing me down
I'm all
touch me A milli
Tow tone AP I got to get it
The way that I'm living ain't reaching the limit
I Hop out of bed
Walk out and flex
She wanted love
I wanted
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