Lyrics:
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
Turn meat to minces, jumps turn to flinches
When I rain I drenches, cleared your park benches (HAH)
Missed you by pinches (HOO) your talk is senseless
en ese caso
Estoy dispuesto a aceptar una cárcel intermedia
I'ma give you real talk
Had to cut a couple bitches off
This year I'm only tryna get
bitter
On a real nigga, I'm a real nigga
I run around with them real niggas
(Roll up on ya, roll up on ya)
(Roll up on ya, roll up on ya)
Yo, yo
forever
Direct beats that's contagious, loved by all ages
Graduated from the you-and-I-versity
Of hard-hitters, for real
Yo, I got niggas in
Yeah
I tried talk to 'em
Quit talking, I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like
Yeah
I tried talk to 'em
Quit talking, I'ma hang you by your tongue, yeah
Any motormouth could get hung high
We don't fuck with niggas like
Black Rob, Busta Rhymes yo, doc, fire
Get familiar smash squad
When I roll I roll like bamboo do
Blow ‘em out like candles
Plans reduction is this,
sushi boy
Next time you even say my
Syllables ima do you boy
Show you how some real gangsta
Shit could quickly pop off
As soon as yo mouth shoot off my
feel just like Gotti did
Balling every season like Roddy Rich
Any track that I'm on I done bodied it
Let me talk my shit right here right now
Never fold
niggaz man, them bricks (finish bitch!)
Ride out nigga
Uh, yeah
[Break - Ja Rule (Hussein Fatal talks over Break)]
The life, the life (the life, the life)
I got my clique ready ready for hand to hand combo
Harms break em down rapper Noyd cut his throat
Don swoop em up or Gotti stomp em out
Each
ähnlich wie Karate (haya)
Ich bin in der Trap
(Trap) , so wie Yo Gotti (Gotti)
We don't need to talk if
It ain't about the money (at all)
Ey, pull' up in
And yo, for real, that nigga K can suck my dick
And it's gon' take all these niggas in the rap game to barely move me
'Cause when I blow shit up, I have
know a nigga keep his armor
Cause the streets are killin
Now get your grind on
Come get introduced to my home
[Big Punisher]
Yo, yo
The penalty is
yeah
Real shit, all my thug niggas
Big Pre, Big Chaz, motherfuckin black hands
Check it
[Verse 1]
For the first time in my life, I feel the love from my
I go by cola no soda I thought I told yaaaaa
Bitch I'm Cola fuckin D flip it around you know the name and that's on gang Ha!
Man I lost my miiiiiiind
Yo yo, you heard what happened to that dude yo
(You don't want to wind up, with your head tied up)
The nigga got his head blown the fuck out
my thoughts, no music on, I don't hear a sound
Know grandma don't think real highly of me
Probably why your bitch wan' fuck me
Probably why your
you was real
When we started something small
Niggas flockin in your dms
And they don’t know how to talk
I gotta talk to em (Gotta talk to em)
Know
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot, then
Yo, it's the real drama kills, nobody moves, stand still
Bottle you drop that ass off in a land fill
Son bless me with the iron, I got beef
With some
deep back
And Ridge Crest with my seat back with Yo Gotti and E-Mack
And these niggas got them diamonds glowing in they mouth
And they rockin' furs
of the hood (Uhh)
Lets talk about blocks we was bending
Lets talk about shots my young niggas sending
(Heyy)
Ptsd so I cant think clearly really my head been
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