Lyrics:
Hands up, officer don't shoot
Then pull your pants up, promise you won't loot
We may never understand each other, it's no use
We ain't ever gonna
posted in the back, of the trap
With a mac, hit you in your fucking trap
You talk crap, yeah
Niggas talking crap all on wax, yeah
Yeah, me and sam snapped
(Tsurreal)
Imma get my best now, Imma get it faster
Pussy nigga elevating like a fucking ladder
If you talking crap Imma hit you with my dagger
Imma
enough to shoot the web
Shoot the web
Like Peter parker or spider man
Got more water than fire men
Hose in ma hand like a fire man
Trained for the heat
hang it on facts
Catch in the back of trap no cap
Playin craps w my hittas
Catch me down on the block i rock
Pushin flowers to killaz
Catch me in
Bonfire gets too wild
篝火已狂野满载。
We know it's long night
我们都深知，这无尽的夜晚
Gonna divide the gap
无法将深渊填满
Shoot straight on me
枪膛向着额头
Save up the craps
无需多言
Hey see
racks on some Cartier lens (spent them racks)
Margiela, high top on my shins
We'll shoot at the opp and they friends
And I'm makin' these racks with no
Niggas play my tape about as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I see low, I see high
Hi see, I'm free at last
I'ma free man, free as the world be
as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see high
Hi see, I'm free at last
I'ma free man, free as the world be
And like an early bird, I'm special
But
it
Shoot off to that space with that rock rocket
Now I'm back at it, with that craftmatic
Way up to the ceiling with that pack, stack it
I'm so
bite through
These chains, like a Wild West shoot
As I unleash my shots like it's high noon
I begin to get high as I loom over you as my insane brain
This was born in the jungle
Improve, get better n' Shoot the sky
This was born in the jungle
Concrete jungle
Bcn
In the dungeons
Once again
Knock knock
shoot
Free this shit
Get the kit
Of this hit
Those are bad, they just lack
On the pack
Worth to have
Off this crap
Yes, i'm star
Get real far, with no
No camouflage, better get the mirage
Soul Assassins squad straight from the garage
Benjamin stacks, craps is what I play
First dream: where's
want smoke and we shoot at ya fitted cap
Yeah, hold up
Can't fuck with these bitches too long cause they gonna treat you like some crap
Yeah, hold up
If
in my hood, slangin' that white
Shirt on right, no ? on sight
Hundred I shoot, hundred I hit,
Five hundred ? nigga this my life
Yo Gotti don't shit
could shoot up everything soon as the deal is finished
Blah, blah, I got two hours to kill
We want like 5 mil in a private jet so peel
Supreme see
That like to teel tap
Sunday mornin' get the word
(yep) but I'm still strapped
Roll the dice with me please
Believe boy you will crap
Get folded up
be rocking raps
Til I collapse
Niggaz play my tape about as much as they do craps
I'm on point, I celo, I see high
Hi see, I'm free at last
I'ma
attack
Strapped with a rocket attached
I am not full of crap
I'ma pop me a cap then
Build like Frank Lloyd Wright
Hopped up on crack
O king do sportrap,
at the bridge now
Oh shoot, I forgot, how am I supposed to send this shit out?
My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why
I got out of bed at all
The morning
and you know this
But the pussy-ass niggas won't show this
But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps
If not from the records, from jacking or craps
don't need a partner to swing
Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
You couldn't bust a grape in
don't need a partner to swing
Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
You couldn't bust a grape in
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