Lyrics:
Whole lotta grains on the floor, we deadin' that SK gang
Yo, listen, my heart turned cold in the winter
snow (Haa)
Keep it real through the highs
Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
And make
Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
And make
Now see, the definition of a real nigga
Is about it, in this motherfucking song right here
You know, it took two real niggaz to collab
And make
The cops they gon' be on the case 'till 11
It take two hours to get the detectives
But by that time rigor Mortis it done set in
Body decay and get put into
corn, gang come on
(MZY mixed this, SK, this one's cold)
I said "Buck into you with my rambz"
But I dashed it away, bucked into a fed
If you see that mask
Holla at ya boy it's Weezy Baby
They label me a problem
And I probably am so I don't knock em
I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an ol'
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
wishing
U can die by the things u say
He got hit 2 times in 1 day he’s mad
He went low in …
And low in skess
He gotta prove his point to his fans
Cause
(And I think of it every time)
(Some SK shit man)
(Forreal)
(Grateful, for the dogs)
I was down bad
Had to suck it up
Had to slow the drinkin' down
On the Southside
Candy sprayed, looking so live
84's and vogues, we glide
Screwzoo, you know we holding it down
I'm still low behind tints
Swanging
feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke with me
Go to bed with a kilo
bein'
You don't wanna motherfuckin'
You don't wanna embrace your destiny
You wanna get by
You don't wanna go into the motherfuckin' dark
Where it's lonely
files
Got these phony's actin childish like a class of juveniles
Christiano Ronaldo by the way that I'm kickin' it
Giuiliano Amato I ain't runnin' I'm
Holla at ya boy it's Weezy Baby
They label me a problem and I probably
Am so I don't knock em
I pop up in a broccoli Lam' on choppers
With an ol'
from 1-2-5, my whole crew live
A true Desperado, one that never choose sides
And shows sympathy, just QB, an entity
Stock exchange, top of the game
Watch
this corner, MC Ryan D
And up next is 2Pacalypse
Yo I can rock it on a slow tip
Don't flip, cause I can do this
No shit, won't trip, ain't nothin'
di bodies
three John Crow dem ready di fi partake
he jump out wid 'e SK next day
You ah get it as you diss ah nuh di next day
Press play pon di K
Bridge
We won awards and served them by the millions
The more more years go by, the more we be killin' 'em
They said it's just a fad, it will never last
it (walk it)
L2, R2
Now GB in a casket (dead)
Forensics setting up tents
Now them haffi white chalk it (deceased)
Bill him up and just rass him
high feeling like it's voodoo
Nine lives, SK with the cooler
Makaveli in the 'Rari, still B-I double G, I, E
I pray you smoke with me
Go to bed with
in the hospital ringin' the nurse's bell
Like ding I got hit (uh-huh) by two of rap's, most dangerous
E and P and they both had stainless
Biggie
Advocated by the few who do live it
Bloomberg, make a nigga cop the Mossberg
Shorty ain't a shorty, he a Shooter like Wahlberg
Old man told me, don't be,
Uh
SK
Ayy all I know is to stack that money mind my business fuck these hoes
One in the head keep it safety I’m gone rock that’s just how I roll
I
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