Lyrics:
slabs by the halfs
[Chorus x 2]
Tuck, tuck that ice in
You ain't, you ain't iced
Lights on, lights off
I shine like a lighthouse
Tuck, tuck
the frame, completely get that ass kicked
Woke up on the street but you'll be sleepin' in the casket
How long will it last, nigga don't ask, just be first
it
But in the meantime, you might as well tell those silly jokes of yours
See if that helps
Bo, Bo, Bo, Bo
Bo, Bo, Bo, Bo
Bo, Bo, Bo, Bo
Bo,
these other rappers weak
Said your talk is really cheap
You ain't never hits streets
You ain't never put in work
Ya' know
You don't want no static
You
and forth in these streets, that's the rhythm
Revenge is supposed to be the Lord's but I use my own accord
When I seen him on the porch, cost my man his life,
separate star
Ain't done it in a Tesla yet if we do that's sled in an electric car
Clean up gang with a hoover pull up a sweep the street
Tell babe book
a fool, well invested in school
Well of knowledge based on how cruel men move
Neglect for respect is the move that fits the groove
The fair in the chair
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
to mention (you to mention)
Tell em I gave you a hook and I made your song a hit (song a hit)
Tell em I put my dick in your girl and made her a trick (a trick
of plaques is a map to where ace is at
They ain't gotta scream mase is back
Badboy in the past I'm replacing that
Nigga like me that'll change ya life
Just by
pic, before
The seahawks twenty four I been on that b shit
Pussy you wack, something like a cheap trick
Mike in the Billy Jean vid, I got the streets
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
Check it out
What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get
that art in this crack music roll the dice
I'm never losing
Feeling like Lex Luger
Body slam you in the ring take your soul right through ya
Shit is too
to police, we don't make a peace bond
We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood
I was born in
This boy is staying acoustic
There's Seeger singing in his heart
He hopes his songs will somehow start
To heal the cracks that split apart
you see
But I just leave it be
And God is real bro he’s for me and now I’m praying Jesus please
That my cues (Q) are (R) es(S)timated based off how
to keep a level of sanity?
By my faith in God, by my faith in the game
And by my faith in "all good things come to those that stay true"
Right
You know what
he's trying to be like
His idols in the streets
Gang warfare to the raw fare
Don't even try to go up there
Penalties that you can't bear
You lose your
by street but not the freeway
Turn that trick to make a little leeway
Beat that nic, but not the way that we play
Dogtown, blood bath
Rib cage,
i'll be
The first to admit that we're the 90's
Version of Cheap Trick or the Knack but the
Last to admit that it hasn't been rewarding
At this point I
it
Smoking mad Newports cause I'm due in court
for an assault, that I caught, in Bridgeport, New York
Catch me if you can like the Gingerbread Man
You
Educated street knowledge, I'ma mould her now
Trick a little dough buying young girls fringes
Dealing with the dope fiend binges, seeing syringes
In
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