Lyrics:
babblin'
I ain't tryin' to hear ya,
But I'm about ready to ear ya out,
Get the gats and clear ya out
'cause you's a part-time felon, kid killing yellin
the game dividing the pies by three
Then we got famish
So we set standards
Very similar to the ten crack commandments
Some couldn't take it
Others got
good luck tonight
And don't forget to drink water
And don't cup that mic, huh
Do me a favour and stay away from Ant's beer
No you can't bring your fans
rise at ten thirty
And reach Kempton park around three
I stand by the rail, when a horse is for sale
And you ought to see Wooton watch me
I lean
can go run and tell that nigga
Kick down your front door, where I'm from, we front doe
Yeah nigga, we cut doe, flat line you punk hoes
We ain't
the applause if you ain't live the anguish
You and your vision up at three am
Two hours of sleep before you clocking in
Then you right back, cuz the grind truly
stacked down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul
interaction what you think they're here for, to monitor and report
To keep you down and from accomplishing your goals
A secret paycheck for a secret society
bad
but open your eyes and take a look at the map
the whole damn things red, blood red, and looking county by county
well its basically a wash, red
brother Little Red.
I should have known from the first time when I realised
their special connection, that I just didn't fit in
to my father's plans.
Kick your door down and have you tryin' to jump your own fence
Chorus
Second Verse:
You haters ain't no friend of mine
Boys don't want to let me shine
the way the fucking base go
Smoking a ton of weed by the payso
Rolling California trees straight from
Loud boys tried to get me for my loud
But I broke them
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
where we live
Ghost ride in the kid
Glide by cuz the lights all green like
Jello
Exhaustion is not an option at all
We just a hop, skip, n' jump from
foul
On the 3rd planet east of Plutonia
From the poppy an extraction
Called Criddacktonite
Conceived as a weapon backed by the Supremacy
Their
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
loot, gun, hons and fun
From down sun to up sun
Can't forget the lyrics cause that's my bread and butter, I make bread
When I'm butter and wicked like
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
[Verse 1:]
Young harlem nigga from the NY
Get money, spend money, stay fly
Those the 3 codes that I live by
Yeah I swerve through streets
But I travel
to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal
to his Hush Puppies
Wrapped around trauma, everything realer than fuck
Tajuana left my nigga niece live comma
Three young Italians, suited down personal
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
victims are my prey
The number 4 was an easy score
Number 3 lived next door
Fourteen days and fourteen lives
Random victims are my prey
Number 2 was
*(Music)*
There's a bunch of birds in the sky
and some deers just went running by
Oh the snow's pure and white
On the earth rich and brown
Just
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