Lyrics:
3.0 (you ever had a gun in yo face i ain’t trayin fight) 3.3 (fuck you think off the rip it’s out my) 2.2 (Jeans and then yo chest gone start to bleed)
it by myself
Say what you wanna say but stick to the facts (it's all good)
Right of the rip nobody is quite like me
You gon' need a NASA
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
Sick off human ashes
Hatas passion
I keep on havin' these flashes
Murder by the masses
the future in me and want free bands
Back when me Jay b & Boocie would 3 man
We all that we got that's real no pretend
Youngin's looking at me like I'm the new
stranglin' babies
See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP only tactic
But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
See I'm doggin'
Skrt off in a urus all by myself
Made it alone I never needed help
Got love for the three's over them you get kilt
Dissin' the gang you get put
above in helipad
See my brother by ma side ooo
Skiddo wayne
Rip to fake niggas trying
Making legacy
Hia mmoa de3 call us
For Accompanying yie yie
Am in
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
Leave me in the dark with a hole for a heart
As low as I can get, burn the bridge, rip the stitch out
Pick it up
I can't pretend like it's all
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
Work VS 3 piece we riding them in
Shots to yo head promise I won't miss
But one thing I know that these bullets will rip
I am not worried, I'm smoking my
Work VS 3 piece we riding them in
Shots to yo head promise I won't miss
But one thing I know that these bullets will rip
I am not worried, I'm smoking my
How the fuck you think I ever got this far?
By bootin' motherfuckers like a shootin' star
'Cause I'm out to show, that I'm a dope MC
Think crack had
Nine-one
Nine-one-one when they see us in the porches
Supa V baby that ce me
Run my streams I got 3 TVs
Roll my woods baby I got weed
She like my C
R-I-P
I
store
Until the target at ya neck
Talking out his neck
Pulled up on him and I parked him by the steps
Cash flo was watching tv with a dot and a tech
Now
a white tattoo
People thinkin that he way tainted... by evil
Treat you like fecal
Wanna beef you when they meet you
People perceive you to be lethal
When
Palms sweat when we pray for your death
Cash accounts in large amounts
Due to the ounce and pounds followed by massive rounds
Hollowed out tips, rip right
in range like a rover (Huh)
Me di ohia ma 3kom ndi me da
So I never lay down get to the ups and downs all year for the paper
Aim for the goal like
the biggest part of your ass
into the narrow side, I'm that case you place, nigga
Tie yo' bitch, to the shitter nigga, throw yo' stinkin ass
by the liver nigga,
Cuz baby you so gorgeous
Lingerie imported
Rip that shit in half the next night when we at the hotel
I been on my own since
Fill my head with poisons
Hop outta the whip with the fire stick tuck inna mi jeans yuh knw it well rip, index mi use and play with her clit den tell har sit the dick while
will be found
RIP Skinny Walker
We're moving Step by Step (Yeah)
Yeah that's the new anthem (Yeah)
Yeah we're winning
We aren't loosing
Tryna put
tryin' to spit
But you can't spit it like this
I come equipped to rip, any battle
And leave him strung in his crew
but they put me in the twist like
Dead Presidents III
Not to be confused with Growin' Pains III
Logic this Logic that, Logic sick, Logic wack
Logic just don't give a fuck,
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