Lyrics:
Why these memories coming out to get me
Honesty I’m just tryna vibe by my lonely
Yea these memories really tryna hurt
I can feel it in my bones it’s
ignore!
V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)
1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
1/2 Group 1 & 2
that your mother used to sing
A tale as true as iron
True as earth upon the plough
Blew upon the embers of a dream
My folk have worked these fields for
why-y-y-y-y-y?
MKA RichDawg
I Feel Somebody Watchin Me, yeah
Mo3 they Wa-a-a-a-atchin Me
MKA RichDawg i Feel Somebody Watchin Me
I Know These Crackers Wanna
Three hundred rounds you aint ducking all these
Go buy a code if you break it you bleed
Talk what you live hollow tips when we squeeze
Mamas they crying
the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
Yo these niggas can't breathe when I come through,
existence in this cosmic fight
Three-headed dead grandma with vulture claws
The Grim Reaper's cloak, shredded by the law
Giant Ratmen with swords made out
the Iceni:]
In the aftermath of our defeat at Mandeussedum, I was captured by Romans with
a veiled intent... (though three of them died at my hands in
My flow was opium, we cock bottles and open them
The relevance
Stop by, tryna see a nigga
All I buy is these trees, king
100 ki's in them
the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta breathe
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
Yo these niggas can't breathe when I come through,
clones, war tones, raw tones
Blowin out the door, bones but
Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on your
Slanging theses drugs Like he slanging iron
What the P.O dont know Swear she wont mind it
Free all the guys Let em out of bondage
Way this this jumping This
the summer
Your mind's been cluttered
With lies since you were a little bugger
Just take a look into it and see
They say these bones are teaming with
These trials make us who we are, who we are, we are
We're motivated by the scars that we're made of
These trials make us who we are, who we are, we
ya'll can't hold me
Naughty By Nature, do my dirt all by my lonely
You need back off bitch, you don't know me
Got to leave these hoes alone, they too
up with eight p's
In a free car spinning we got us like eight keys
Only three people but with all these irons we like eight deep
We don't shoot out
been creeping for weeks
Mama made a talking head
Brain and organs in a bag of bones
Daddy gave me swagger yet I'm
Surrounded by rapping clones
If you
Okay)
Shawty wanna 3 way
(Okay)
Phone jumping cuz the loud pumping if these haters trippin iron on me
Don't wanna make a scene every ops green do
a fuck bout these bitches I'm never replying
I'm cranking my tape with your bitch she said I got talent
Bruh got on his line with that G Twenty-Three
Hit
stay awake in my dreams
If there's all these nigz
Did I just compete
You tell me
Am3 k33 Ga rappers eyawor shi bian33 look who is popping now
Worhi3
Intro: Method Man
One time...
Huhh, all up in ya like a bone when I...
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na (yeah, c'mon, yeah,
thuggin' for real, I tell ya' bitch I cross the low line
I'm 'bout mine, lets slang iron
Three run down with that Glock 9, muthafuck if they clutchin'
"Thug Music Plays On"
[Wish]
"bone" [X16]
[Layzie]
"New millenium Bone, Thugs...and Harmony"
[Krayzie]
"It don't stop" [X3]
"The thugs is in
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3
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