Lyrics:
'ma always be a trap, nigga I got to
I'ma always keep a strap, nigga I got to
Got a new plug in California, nigga get the Cali bud by the Bundle nigga
1
If you involved, then run and hide if you gone make it alive
Cause we’ll be gone when the sun shines
Cause even when it’s sunny, we got rain right now
a house fire
Got a .9 right by her panty line, she'll blow you away like a dandelion
Before they cross me, they'll nail me to it
And I'ma dance when it's
-8, get it straight, you're fake
I slap the shit outta you with your own fuckin' tape
Dreddy Kruger from New York, Faf Larage go ahead and elaborate
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run
escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my Snoop Dogg tape
Man with no music but happy he's free
Bailin fast as I can bail down 19th Street
I got my sacks
on a mission from you to tell me that 'is bass, your bass was FUCKED!
Steve: I know you didn'.
Bruce: All you've got to do Nicko, is just go to the guy
day
I got pain underskin you see it
Face
All my cash and Heart it been locked the safe
I'm a smooth criminal
So I cannot leave trace
Closed
drivers license, was baby faced and triflin'
I made my way through crisis
I made my tape and recorded portraits in front of sirens
I made you hate
practice
Run em sticks in here
Knock the breath out the devils lungs we got our god in here
Yellow tape, yeah it's caution
If he slippin here
We christian,
're alone
in your room, thinking of messed up things you did, you wish you didn't know.
I got a poem, just kidding, I don't.
What?
One minute I'm shown like
pours, no one can stop the rain
You'd never know she was scarred the way she hides the pain
Trying to run from her past but memories sustain
She's ahead
the basement
Mouth covered with duct tape
Rope around your hands
Around your feet nowhere to run away
Say you’re making millions
I’m stacking up
out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do
out of these cars, got the hoes on the run
I'm hearin' plenty of words, but ain't no actions to boot
We can do some straight war for war, we can do
speak when I'm here
The dead hit sprints when I hum
Why you actin' so dumb? Bitch, you know I got the fuss
I'm live from the 310
You ain't got bling,
hook in it
But it don't stab
Ima new edition
I can stand the rain
Hit the G spot til u ahhhh
Carry my license
I shoot up the club
Gedeon Richter, nigga
So come by, you can come by
I choose all this hard to come by
You can come by, you can come by
But if you uninvited, then them bullets from them guns
worth the wait
Bitch I got it, I'm ok, she gone drop it like the tape
Fuck around and get a baby, Fuck around and get a baby
I can't fuck with you today,
the both of us
Weak tapes that you made
niggaz be laughing at yo shit
in ya room fuckin off
while I'm digging on yo bitch
talk shit
run yo mouth
shoot me if
a vacant house
We responsible for half these cold
Cases in the town
Hit him with that pole, you know, we ballin'
Jumpin' out the gym posted by the sto'
I got
for a buck
Nigga came to wet
So I ain't taking no losses
Let it slide you a target
Got my game from some bosses
Everything sell itself
You just
better dig it like you bitches got a mill in the ditch
I'm killing this shit I been kicking like a villainous ninja
My shit is gripping when I run it
complicated
Like you try a solve a rubix
Keep your throne
I'd rather sit upon a rusted couch
Then feed from your mistakes
Running from your dirty mouth
Saddled
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