Lyrics:
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
Merly ly ly ly
Like
My bruddas don't dab, we just Bloxy Pop
I tell your fans to meet me at the Merch shop
Gettin' goodies in the sheets, we're takin'
to sneer at the two girls
From out of town
I said, look at you this morning
You are, by far, the cutest
But be careful getting coffee
I think
to sneer at the two girls
From out of town
I said, look at you this morning
You are, by far, the cutest
But be careful getting coffee
I think
I'm wondering where the day went
The clouds have me shrouded in grey but
I'm still out pounding the pavement, word
Drowning the hurt by pounding
Gang bangin' ain't go' never die, as long
As niggaz ain't got nothing we go' be thuggin' forever high
Ain't no more drive by's, niggaz chase you down
a man like D-E-E, come on
Come on do you really think I give
Two shit's if you're greazy?
I don't think so
You man ain't seen greazy yet
When my mandem
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
star
(this is still 70 south)
Niggas with two strikes that don't wanna see the third (nah), I feel you
It's the Don Makaveli - live my life
iam in a coupe
Playing spades at the D shops with Q
Play wit Mel and that nigga going shoot
I got hittas on my team and that’s crew
Tommy’s daddy I’m
inklings
Who decides who lives or dies this house of lies resides on sinking
Ground and pounds on cries of instinct sounds were founded by a riesling
Whine
I saw it coming, I was aware from earlier
This crew's watching me, they all envy
It's cool, keep watching me i will burn ya
I'm just tryna live but
I go people they watch they watch
By the way I'm rockin' these clothes yes I am way too hot
She wanna go on a date she wanna window shop
Bae shut up,
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
of my crew,
And a couple of cigars for a blunt or two,
Headed for the D.J. Way on Teledonna,
Now this area was all about drama,
Hoes was sweatin', I had
Lincoln continental
I'm the mouth that roared swore to the lord
The eye of hawk both live and die by the sword
The forbidden the six man be sinnin'
a night, man I used to shop the targets
In Bang city, the second I arrived
Like he should adapt to it, this thing's a million lives
All these cameras get
up around 2 Pac’s they were all on death row
Yes my brasse ran from the police and the metro’s
And if there’s a little shoot out do like Jhon and get
Why, Hello
I live on the West Coast
I love my life I'm puffing out my breastbone
I've never
Felt better
Smile so much about to explode
Hold up wait
Speeding down page on my way to a hook
Getting to it errday live da life of a crook
Tried to play by the book but I got overlooked
Wasnt shook I just turned
Every place that I go into
I roll deep with the same ol' crew
And I welcome you to Cereal City
I said welcome to Cereal City
Battle Creek is the town
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
Still wavey from the block
Don't be fooled by the things that I got
If I go broke then I open up shop
Told my boys that we'll soon be on top
Took
the B.G.
You fucking with the whole crew
I feel like niggaz trying to size me up
I feel like niggaz trying to bust me up
I feel like Look, I can't be
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