Lyrics:
by on the peril vines
Go to the finish, big Texas is next
Stuck him in the neck and I'm beatin on my chest
(Ice Cube)
T-Bone is the king of the jungle
want, right now
I'm too gone to stay around
Switching up my style
Now our faces never stick around
A.K.A, never hold you down
A.K.A, can't figure it out
Yea
Motha fucka
Yea
Back to collect my motha fuckin rent
Chang chang
You know
Its that murder I wrote shit
Pay up or lay down
Yea
Motha fuckas in
buyin' out Cris', pour us a little bit
I told y'all that my borough is thorough
I know niggaz that'll clap you up and bury the metal
Same day, still in
yourself by yourself
In a nice place ducked off with fucked up health
I done been strucked and snuck, but never fucked and stuck
My life is four
Reppin' NYC, til I D-IE (yea, yea)
Rappers testin’ me, they can rest in peace
(yea, yea)
You don't want the smoke, on this M-IC
(no, no) i go by
be dreaming K
All I think about is
K
Keep a K on me, Just like I was a Kardashian
He said he want smoke
I pull up and ask what's happening
Diss me by
on the hill-a
Yeah right! My name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla
You're an ACTOR, you need a part in this thrilla
Hold up, ain't no nead to bust your
Come on dawg
CZ's on the board
KJ's on the mike
Yes my name is KJ-52, how are you doin' (Welcome, hello everybody)
Check this out, this little
I stay (ha ha, ha ha)
The B-to-the-R-to-the-O-the-O-K
Place where I rest is on my born day, bust it
Sometimes I sit back and just reflect
Watch
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I
the door so why won't you come,
Why won't you come ?
Blind things should come to an end
I look so ugly in the photographs and
I don't know what time is it
is about to hold up
And watch us both kick some shit
It's sick enough to make all
You fuckin' throw up
Aye! Yo, I'm an animal
I eat rappers, I'm
Yeah, cuz! Oi Movement DVD cuz
Big up Scorcher, big up Wretch 32
Big up Ghetto big up the rest of the members
Big up Risky! Big up Gift, Frisco,
sh*t, there it is
Faking humble but they all switch, including him
Told you not to F**k with Solo, huh
Yeah you best not f**k with Solo bruh
Aaah sh*t,
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
man
Regardless of what the stakes is I`ma play my own hand
And I`m tired of being let down by my so-called friends
Regardless to the blood shed ? no
Got pulled over by Police
On the west side heading east
I took em' on a high speed
With a hunnit racks backseat
100k in a week
Ran it up in a week
100k
in the nations
And the nations racin' worried because I'm slangin' the thangs
If you can ahng up at my town up a K Town
If you dissin' them then you
hear me
All I love is paper, I don't love these hoes
Boy that vest won't save you, neither will heroes
Lord he better hope you save him, better catch
Cartagena had to rise to the occasion
All by myself nigga!
Linked up with the R, linked up with Ashanti - the rest was history nigga
Platinum plaques man
This is the Puna Boy Anthem
Yessah Blessah
What's up boys
Hou brah hope you ready for this one
Uh huh, Puna boys
And this the remix baby
All my
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