Lyrics:
Let's get down to the nitty gritty
Let's get this show on the road
I'll show you mine if you show me yours
I'm breathing hard - open the door
Chorus
Baby are you still down
Still down for me
Still down to take a brick
Out of town for me
Rippin' off the whole clique
Thirty rounds for me
See them
in the trap house
Run up on a nigga wit the strap out
Twenty three hunnit for the half pound
Shoot a nigga in the face make him back down
Sc and quinby
Music
Everything here down Hip Hop/Rap/Rhyme - talk/sing blend
MUSIC: TRACK #: 43806 - I WILL SURVIVE - 3:06
Track/Keywords: Hip Hop, rapper, street
keep a bitch with me, nigga she bad
Brick in the stash, get to this cash
I keep a stick in a bag like a runaway
Pull up to doors like the warriors, come
4 doors down
4 doors down
4 doors down
4 doors down
You like drinkin champagne wit a view
We got everything ain't gotta front now
Heard you got
to bring me down
Never once it's always two more
He's knocking at my door again
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my door
Knock knock
Always at my
shit just a different day,
And I've tried changing,
Praying my life's not wasted,
Driving through this town I've hated,
Hoping I'll runaway,
And I'm
to throw shade by now
What happened to the pressure baby
Breakthrough after breakdown
Got my angels at the top with me
The pain brought me down
The pace I
at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering
As I walked down the hall
I got home
at the clothes Mom bought
And those who weren't laughing still had a ball
Because they were pointing and whispering
As I walked down the hall
I got home
Ay ima roll one real quick lets go
We still glide out you should know by now in the 4 door
We're rolling round
Sweet one can hold this down
My name
punk‘s not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin, cheese, sign of a runaway tone in the face of authority thumbing
died by the rope down in Cherokee Bend.
Daddy didn't like what the white man said
'Bout the dirty little kid at his side
Daddy didn't like what
He's possessed by something which never comes quite clear
Although it might be coming from above
It always brings him down
I'm sorry Mr. Phillips about
the door
Hell is a society, it's all I was taught
Said, I was
Beat up
Torn down
Need help
Might drown
Hear the echoes in the room
Smell the diesel from
doors
They say "Damn boy why yo doors do that for?"
What ya mean?
Cause I'm trying to get up!
And if you think I'm down with you
Then you got me fucked
3
All black shades like Eazy E
Said I need a plan B, they ain't believe in me
I'ma kick down the door this a B&E
My father was a gangsta, that's the G
Listen to the tale I tell
A haunting dream I know so well
When walking home alone one night
My path revealed by candlelight
Ahead I see an open
hurrah
The ants go marching two by two, the little one stops to tie his shoe
And they all go marching down to the ground
The ants go marching three by
One, two
We coming for you
Three, four
We kicking down yo door
Five, six
We lay you on yo shit
Seven, eight
We got yo ass straight
We robbin (we
without a doubt
Hey I gets down for mine haven't you heard
Breakin niggaz off somethin real proper word
You can't see me, and as I appeared
Mujer
Te quiero mucho
Nuncha te dejo
You want to know why
Cause Johnny is here to stay
Love, a special word that's shared by two
takes up the pounding of the enemy forward positions…
War Correspondent 3:
And as the shells screamed down and the walls collapsed in gray powder around
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