Lyrics:
niggas
For Ransom
These hoes love me real bad Cause I'm handsome
Put a pole on a nigga
Now he dancing
Everybody claim they stepping Till They pressed by
lives are, and try and pass it off by driving a fast car, or wearing a fucking leopard-skin pill-box hat?
You are not Chapman or Dylan
Go take a look in
Jay Park
*Girl, Girl it’s all good, Cause You
Cause you messin’ with a real one, We might
We might have to have a lil one girl
I’m at my best when
quick
Just like when Thanos snapped
Bloody red they could not fathom what
I meant by battle rap
This for real, no make believe
Blood gon' spill, Bon
gotta ask if my killy gon' complete the mission, he dead if he catch 'em (boom, boom, boom)
.762s, .556s, 308, he on a stretcher
By myself, I'll spin in
don't care about no fucking label 'til they label this
It's that real, this jungle nutty bro you'll get killed
Blood spilled from this Asian blade,
a killer turned target
I just wanna get so high
So, so high
High so nobody can't see me
Can't see me
I just wanna get so high
So, so high
High and never
and crippled bitches
Look at my scalp real close and you'll see triple sixes
There's no doubt I'm all about a dollar
I just signed a lifetime contract with
(They know)
Acting shy but you a killer on the low, low, low (Lo,lo,lo)
Baby I cannot deny it (Yeah)
I got you on my mind (Uh)
Tell me that you down
I'm going Beatbox the Pu*** girl all damn night
I get on this beat and straight cook it
I can tell you pu*** you aint Gantsa by how you looking
2Pac
Wolność poczujesz jak czujesz odwagę
Co pachnie wolnością jak taniec uliczny
Nigdy nie stałem też z nimi w kolejce
Może scena by się nie zeszmaciła
Tryna soothe my brain with my money or my mind
Besides busting rhymes, I'm real good at doing crimes
Infected with the code of the street and gang signs
Some of them was innocent, killers had missin' targets (uh)
Hate is a contagious disease and it's never treatable (it's never treatable)
Ridin' 'round
Phänomen (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt)
Alle machen Auge, ist okay, okay
Jiggi, Alpha Empire, Real, Zinédine Zidane
Joaquín Archivaldo Guzmán Loera
K-K-König
You off serving three pills
The Glock by the steering wheel
You must think you Obama, huh?
You ridin' 'round causin' problems
You think nobody
Five percent president with my other girl
Weavin' through traffic, can't be spotted by my other girl
She gon' go crazy, the love turn into hatin'
time coming now I'm here to save
Too many hares that this turtle alway wins the race
Killer B, Bagwell, serving y'all these groceries
I'm in my prime
Julian:
Round one I couldn't believe it, you came and knocked me out,
With those killer eyes
You stopped my heart from beating without saying
boys were "oh they're just junkies and killers"
But he was alone so he had to take his promise back
Esteban went to them late one day
He pleaded please
Pumpin' lead with the infra-red, leavin' Crabs all dead
Fresh red Tay' ?? hat with the FUBU
Stand be 'd up fool fuck wearin' boo-boo
West Side Killers
stand em
Chorus: repeat 4x
If I die I'm take 10 niggaz with me
Take ten niggas with me
Verse 2: ?
I make it know I'ma killa by nature (nature)
Ain't no
a game in my vein
Verse 1: Mac
Murda murda I wrote it in braile
Uncut, lyrical dope, certified by my scale
The homicide rapper, there'll never be another
stride with self-esteem
If you down me I will beam
Right up in the day and moonlight this here Earth has never seen
Is your initiative generated by your
donuts
We're real dumb in here with the Louie's
[Repeat x2]
In this time of bammer weed
As a Louie I know just what I need (What ya' need cuddie)
I
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