Lyrics:
the spot fed
In the climate, of locked dreads, corn-rows, torn souls
Worn hoes, who been molested by they uncle
I bundle, amongst you cold mother-uckers
hard
You'd break your leg for everybody else
I fired, now she wanna blow job back no to back (no so back)
You fucking the pictures in your kodak
hard
You'd break your leg for everybody else
I fired, now she wanna blow job back no to back (no so back)
You fucking the pictures in your kodak
si...de, The Bad si...de
......................................
Black Soul...s Dead Min...d
This is world full of evil...s (No Mercy)
[Chorus]
Never thought id see the day when you wasn't by my side.
Listen I was down for you girl put you first in my world
And I thought you were
Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down to bust I'm number one
[Scarface]
Too many niggas takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one
woah, woah, o
Feel it deep and let it go
Change & Flow
Change & Flow
Interlude
Verse II
Tell me sister 4
What you feel 3
Tell me bratha 5
What is real 3
back
With no time for refrains I barely got enough time to explain
How hip hop captivated my brain
My mama raised me on soul and beethoven
Sports
And I wait till I tell them I got perfect pitch
(For real)
Don't think that I can't
Cause I know that I can hoe
How the Fuck do you think I got really
cant stand these hoes
They aint got no soul
Aint got no love for em none i cant show
Bitch im off a perky sTOP ME
I AINT TRYNA GO bitch i ride like
be in Russia
I'mma touch ya
Vocal assassin, motivated by cash
Shoot for the loot, brownies and black mask
Wit' da limited edition classic
Rhymes
his eyes
Only day 1s with me yeah this mob ties
My soul bleed when my family cry
Nigga you can hold these I'm trynna get by
I know real eyes realize
Yeah Jetlife
Jet setting nonetheless
I'm talking oceans in the back
Front reserved for porches
Highed up focused on my fortunes
A real G I'm
like a fool Sometimes
There’s nothing I won’t do for u darling
(Chorus)
Coz Baby I’m yours x4
What I feel is so real
Baby I’m yours x4
What I feel is so
to live it up.
All in my hands
Say it fits like a glove
Don’t know no hate
Only hearin this love
Won’t be put down
By a couple of
Interlude:
Maybe
behind it all
Talk to 'em
This is Watty's Interlude, I come in to intrude
Fuck a truce, I been rockin' by myself since a youth
Throw myself alley-oops
Turn up the temp, It get hot like a grill
Shorty wan' vent but I'm juicing for real
Mama know I'm the one get out the bricks
Numb to the pain, Really
And you hitting RB, LB, for some reason you still missing
No you just got hacked by Sombra man I swear you ain't just tripping
That's some dynamite from
back
With no time for refrains I barely got enough time to explain
How hip hop captivated my brain
My mama raised me on soul and beethoven
Sports
back
With no time for refrains I barely got enough time to explain
How hip hop captivated my brain
My mama raised me on soul and beethoven
Sports
(Tre Tre)
Okay, that piano shit, that piano shit
That shit healing yeah
Ayy
Yeah, I been sippin' syrup (yeah)
See a real nigga when I look in
Young piano riff in this old bag of tricks
Faster than my masters grip plastered when I practice this
paster with these Latin bricks passing up
Shorty got me thinking
Was you for real
Was you for real when you said you love me
Shorty got me thinking
Shorty got me thinking
Was you for real
Was
with ya boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Yeah
[Interlude: prison guard talking to inmate]
Guard: Do you know how
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