Lyrics:
Caves for eyes,
With a cliff for a jaw
That would go up 'n down,
And whenever it did,
He'd puff out some dust,
And hack up a boulder
(HACK!)
Hack
the nine
First I took two clips and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I
even if I gotta
Fuck, suck and swallow in the parking lot
Gonzales Park, I'm followed by a married man, a father of three
My titties bounce
I wasn’t black, I didn’t grow up poor
So up yours
Up doors and knock down doors ’til
I get three downed doors
3 Doors Down, "Kryptonite"
Shit, you
already set down the raceway
We just need to accept, and say ‘okay’
Then we'll fly up up and away
He’ll be by the door on the gateway
And welcome us up into
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
down, pop trunk, I'm out that H-town
[Verse 4: Yungstar]
Out H-town, showing surround by sound
Yesterday y'all got mad when I shown nothing but round
I'm
niggaz
Why'all better represent this to the fullest mayn, this S.L.A.B
Bitches understand this mayn, all that talking down
Running the diarrhea out your
to be in the 3rd World. They have bought the 2nd World and put a firm down payment on the 1st one. Controlling your resources we'll control your world.
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
the door now
Up, down, turn around
Running in circles
We're gonna take you out of town
Away from commercials
Up, down, turn around
Running in circles
We're
nowhere to go ('cause I be running at ya)
?????
Surrounded by these colors
I see crimson, black and blue
Locking open doors again
I'm still afraid of you
with a start
These days he divides his time
Between Los Angeles and Miami
Living entirely out of luxury
Hotels at the moment, he's
Staying in
the clock around now
You think it's always better but it won't
Take you away up, out of here
Standing on the tracks, for someone to appear
Running with
Mariana Trench
And thinkin', holdin' my breath, until I feel 3-2 like Wretch
Until my last bastard breath
I'ma cut man down on a barberous flex
Who
Sunk cost of substances I'm fiending
Got me fucked up
Got me blacked out in the corner
Out the door in early morning
Get ahead of today's scoring
By
day
We ducked down, you know we weren't playing
Bro rev that engine to the max
No way he's getting away
In the Nizz with this pocket rocket
Tryna leave
number one
(banging on the elevator door)
Hey! Let?s track ?em down!
KWIRK
Hey, what?s that sound on the elevator?
(The crowd breaks out yelling!)
Damn back again up on track again
? 'round the bend
Some of y'all black again it got dark
On your mark get set out of sight out of mind
So let me go out nice and slick
Perm signing off so hand me my sticks
I'm not down with this motherfucking microphone shit.
Yo dude, uh, you gonna
on
I be that, girl who straight pop from the N.Y.
Doing my thing, all day, yeah it's her
Nicolette on the track, matter fact, bring it back
Tell me
Felt like my body had left me and all that's left was a ghost
Threw out a dozen of donuts and bolted straight for the door
Sped down the 48 road and made
fuckin McLaren
Push to start open the doors fire it up and hop in
Steady cruising down the back streets
Running up the racks like a motherfuckin track
Now I'm sick and tired of your tedious ways
And I ain't gonna take it no more
Oh, no no, walking out that door
Burning my bridges, cuttin' my tie
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