Lyrics:
Let's Take it back to where we started at
How we turn our back on that
I said a lot of lit and I take it back
Must been crazy trying to run from that
you, not just 'cause I want to 'cause I got to, put the squad on your back did the impossible
It's only logical I spit from the heart, brown paper bag
in my city
I’m snatching that shit
Back in this bitch
Black as a bitch
New tat on my wrist
I can’t breathe
This chain cost me a arm and a limb
Smart
wanna see some folded up skank bitches naked
I pass out when it gets dark
And woke up naked at the Clark Park
Gotta go, gotta get before I get
mics on stage a motherfuckin' 4 pound"
Black the ripper, by barracks, cold like anemic
Believe it, it takes years for y'all to achieve it
Cause I'm
veggies
I just got home
My lady got the food ready
Ain't it something kinda rare
Back when nothing was there
I used to vision living life like this
It's all
Crimson Holiday
Lyrics written by Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson and Chelsi “Om'nira” Clark
Vocals Shantelle “DJ Ms. Eclectic” Thompson
the county jail
Now he's back, for now at least
Hey Violent J's in this bitch ass piece!
What up y'all? (What up?) What's happenin'?
It's been six
"Yeah but that's my mom though, you can't do that."
"Don't talk back to me boy! Come here, I'll whoop your little ass!"
[W.C.]
Thank you momma for givin
THERES NO WcY WE COULD HcVE GOT THIS FcR
ITS ENOUGH TO BE BY YOUR SIDE
UNWcNTED cND TORN INSide
THESE FEELINGS I FEEL cRE NOT JUST mine THERE MINE oh
throw it back on the dick like woah
Pull up on that bitch in the midnight, midnight
Imma put that twist on her hips, then ghost
Sipping on that four, let
Open it up hit from the back and I'm fuckin it
Up
Keep it a stack it's fat as fuck
She might make a nigga fall in love
Nah I'm playin' ion really
grandchildren may see em
In some dusty old museum
Reminders of the last days of steam
Back in Africa again I'd often catch a bushveld train
It was driven by
I'm gonna let these slide
We're the best
Look at what we drive got picnic tables on my lap getting high
In the back of that maybac and it cost five
the narcs in (narcs), chopper Clark Kent (graow)
Don't get boxed in (hey)
You know I ain't come to play, let's get it (turn me up)
I'm snappin' off
it from me so you know that it's facts and
I'm running the league with the team on my back
I don't need a reprieve I need green in my sack
We
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
Mo sọ fun mummy mi
I want them straight and back, 4 rows
Remember my cainrow
Party on the floor just like J Lo ( like J Lo)
Life's not fair
Charge it
When I'm surrounded by people
How come I'm still lonely
I guess it's me ego
Thinks it's one and only
I guess it's my ego
I guess it's my ego
Yeah,
Do this by myself I do it by my Lonely
Gotta watch my back
Cause all my ops be Roaming
When I shoot I never Miss
They be like there go Kobe
Don't you
don't want to go back
We stackin big faces cuz we still spending ?
[JD:]
Now when i do it its something like thrilla and manilla man
Known as a killa man
the brother
Call for total wealth to distribute like a picture
In black and white, give it joy, give it, let it hit you
Spoil our existence by extreme gift
on the sideline, real talk, never had no bullet fly by,
Tryna change the pattern of my people, fuck a tie-dye,
Another day another dolla nigga, say it till I die,
time to slow it down
October 21st, Lavelle came to the world
Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl
Momma loved me, T.T. Uncle Jay
Loves
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