Lyrics:
by the next nigga gun
If that's the case, then get a bigger one (yeah)
You don't think I pack the pump 'cause I'm out of the hood
That's
could just lose it tonight
Uh yeah don't live by the gun or the knife
Uh yeah I just hope they remember me right
My dog said he doing the race
or Memorial
Right, chasin' chicken
Kenny Powers, chasin' chicken
Kenny Powers, chasin' chicken
Kenny Powers, chasin' chicken
Right, fresh cut from buddy
This, that made me self-embrace it
Me-self the laddie in him
But he ain’t no Irish man, he’s a Filipino
Plus he’s German and Swedish but you
Don’t know
and lies
Got to tell when it's something just to mess with your mind
Misery loves company to be by its side
You see through it quick
Cut it off like a knife
Only want the ganja, bitch don't pass me no pills or the molly
Take it there
Bitch I'll probably cut my hair if I'm depressed, I don't want that shit no
vuitton, balenciaga
Circle real small so everyone in it just know that's ohana
Hop out the ghost all white seats name that bitch madonna
Ain't got no worries
can't trust no hoe, no
I can't trust no nigga
I don't trust no more, yeah
I can't trust no women
I can't trust no hoe
I can't trust no niggas, yeah
I
the blade that cut his belly
Then he holds his neck which was bleeding already
He removes his hand so you can see the cut
And as the knife undoes the slice,
All by myself
I don't need no
Nobody else
I'm stuck in my comfort
I don't need no
Nobody help
Nikkas asking for a walk through
A walk through that
suited up and be ready for war
It's the Broadstreet Bully and the Killah with no Face
My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knife work
Bully and the Killah with no Face
My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knife work like the guillotine sword
Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my
here, I was charmed by this land, and now I don't know if I should go back north at all." - The the traveler's face became as wistful as that of his new
pass no gandalf
Like the sand bird
Throwing motherfuckers back off
I don’t need a ghostwriter
I don’t talk to Casper
Top of my whip cut off no hacksaw
block street
Nigga health care insured by that guap
More ways than [?] to me [?]
Jackals playin' overseas with they yacht
Shit I probly be the same I find
his mind
That shit cut me deep but he gave me the knife I needed to cut them ties
Didn't wanna listen when I told you once
Maybe you'll listen for
your hood and I be right there
I blew my horn cause I don't knock
The only thing that's on my mind is fucking this bitch and putting her ass out
But
high
It's like a battle knife to a gun fight
But I be cool that's the story of my life
When I gotta get ready for work i be low
Cause after bills my
and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch
All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel
By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal
Now in
all say that they're real, I know that most aren't
Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart?
Come with me to another
the halls
In the jit days
Those are not missed days
I was wack as fuck and had a bowl cut in the fifth grade
Now I'm surrounded by people that don't make up
Okay... Yeah
Like I said
Top Dog
One, two, to the three
And we always come back for more
Kenny wears a low fade
Danny wears no fade
I wear the high
Supras to Guiseppes
They told me to talk my shit I can't help it when they tempt me
I aint doin no more hand outs, sick and tired of lending
See my bank
don't seem to mean much;
Of anyone we've used more that most.
Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked,
Thrown around in
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