Lyrics:
girl
What can I say? I don't come here to play
Fuck you to your face, it's a cold world
Tell this DJ not to be brave
Or I'm taking his tables for
I guess I'll start by saying the bitch aint worth a penny
And when it comes to fucking, geah, she fucks plenty
Known around the hood cause she's
[Verse 3-Lil Wyte:]
With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds
It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this
With this focused brain
with a piece of
Shit like you for another day
This battle is like the
Alpha versus the Omega
Yeah you the start of it all
But I have evolved and became
it
Opp dead, this Hell and I'm Satan
Thousand bullet shells, yeah, I'm blatant
No Ceilings, she's stargazin'
Dead presidents, reincarnated
Tyler
media machine
Getting this cream we new the A team
Got a Barakus for my shottas
Beretta in my opera's
Media trying and stop us
Like we Janet dancing
the way to the road to be real,
Give 'em a deal, train 'em to kill,
Haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. we
Marchin', ready for war, fuck
to open
Got on the train we're car from car but not too far I started scopin'
Starin' at this bitch for a minute
My man pulled out the mag, opened
About to change the game
DJ Khaled!
We the best forever
Cash Money, Young Money
I'm for real about this shit
Let's go
[Chorus]
I'm countin'
just looking for my place in hip hop
But all them DJ's be promoting that gibberish
Street King Conglomerates is what I represent
I don't have the time
it aint nothing I can't steer thru
I'm in the driver seat but checkin out ya rear view
Yeah
Think you ready for this mack truck
Talkin all that shit
try hard and die hard, you ain't ever ready
When they check the pulse, you'll be dead as Freddie
Shop at Sears for new ideas
Check your engine
Afghanistan held for ransom
By the hand of this black man
Neo-colonial puppet
White power with a black face
He said fuck it i’ll do it
A master of disguise,
Young black boy, goes by the the name of Wayne
16 turned insane, he lost his brain
After seeing big bro slain
They killed him and snatched his chain
bullets skeetin'
That's all we know so that's how we go grab the ski mask for disguisin'
Can't let him see me cause he gon' know me and it'll be too
a villain, so why try?
Fuck a block, I'm throwing a Glock party
Daring niggas to drive by
I came to smoke a son of a bitch
That went for his but didn't pull it
to die.
One look in your eyes, and we ride,
Pretty soon, they'll all be runnin'
Hold my beathe, let the bullets fly,
We're just gunslingers ready to die.
got the nine like fifty cent
You use the wrong tone you get stomped out by many men
Always ready to brawl Controlled Chaos is raw
All I do is spit facts
to show his feelings
He was a pig-tail puller in grammer school
Left back twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in Junior High
And the first one in
knives
And leave your arms gross like Forrest Whitekers eyes
Are you ready to die by this machette of mine?
It takes just one strive for your head
you one
Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants,
you one
Wide big Lincoln, why's this guy on the side for the stinking?
Watch task force dash forward lookin marveled
It's a big chance, big pants,
an MC underground like Den
Go on then, go on then, diss a man then
Go on then, go on then, draw for the 'chete
Bullets start dropping down like confetti
Yea we gettin' ready to break y'all it's winner take all
The game is locked we down to the eight ball
The time is now, it ain't nothin' to wait for
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