Lyrics:
the sound of the beams
That’s the sound of police
What the fuck does this mean
Tell me, how can you see only by the shell
When you hear the anti-church bells
[Too $hort]
One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz
Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to
Any nigga that act like a wha (bitch)
Any any
right
To get around the world in time
Bringing brand new toys to all believin’ (oh tonight)
Kids are watching all the skies
Waiting for that midnight ride
is
Fuck you pay me
That's why all I know is
Fuck you pay me
Feel like Biggie
I'm a bad boy
Skirting off in a bad toy
That's why all in know
Is add more
want to se how we ride
Bitch, you know the motherfuckin' side,
World motherfuckin' wide.
Make yo' hustle official,
And them niggas that's wit'
Martin Luther, man, I had a dream
Now it's my world, you can have the scene
It's a madness
Check my account, it's a madness
Block that account, it's
you know just as well I do
You ain't no killer, so kill that you wouldn't kill if you had to
We might wobble but we don't fall down
We take
it is shawty) I can never forget how to do this shit (Yoh Cutman)
I can never forget how to do this shit (You gotta kill that shit) I can never forget
Got that little toy of Jamie?
Homie hanging on to it
Cause you need him for the ritual we'll tell you what to do
Put him in the center with the body in
'em
Tryna act like that he with it, my niggas tryna go get him
We aimin' straight at his fitted, why shoot if you ain't gon' kill him?
Never been too
to Zion
Young Lion
End yo world like Mayans
Items I drip wit
All my cuddy's crip wit
Yo this fit, no mistake
I'm a misfit
Miss me wit that all bulllllshit
the knotty-headed nigga, rollin' right
Blunts by the boxes, I smuggle the chocolate thai to get me high when
I ran through more niggas, than any kid that was
want to se how we ride
Bitch, you know the motherfuckin' side,
World motherfuckin' wide.
Make yo' hustle official,
And them niggas that's wit'
turn you into minced meat, sink my teeth inside
gonna make you my toy by the stroke of midnight
I’m gonna slit your throat 'til your cheeks turn white
of the brain that stores the sound
That is heard consequently, calms all sequentally
Mentally pokin in the fluids that be quenchin me
Thirst for rehearsal,
shook? That's the shit that kills me
Take a bullet for X in the ballroom and then vanish (sounds like him)
Extinguish the sun when I drool, play pool
(Woo), that's a body
I been fresh (Woo), Osh B'gosh
Poor or pimp, do or die
Buyin' presidential by the ten pack, ran an M up in the Cadillac
I was
time, we will find
Check it, on my neck I still got marks from the nooses
The truth it produces, fear that got niggas on the run like Carl Lewis
money
They say Young Khalifa, why you sound like that?
Then how the fuck you blow it by the pound like that?
How you young but you still run your
to prepare him for manhood
Or to inform him about the ways of this world
A world
That will make sure
He knows he is different
A world
That will do everything
without making a sound at one hundred miles per hour,
except for maybe a hiss but that's it,
the buck 65 covers more ground than forests,
the only
Yo Zeus that shit hit
Yeah I know
Yeah, It's UBU we from that 2 up 2 down
Where we got that sound to make your head pound
And al our shotters
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
of time|We have no need for ancient ways|The world is doing fine|Another toy that helped destroy|The elder race of man|Forget about your silly whim|It doesn't
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