Lyrics:
gone run in My jibs?
Giving you clout cause your bum Ass got dissed!
On bad timing, this bitch gone be Sick!
Talking on oppy, I'm taking that Risk!
here before
Season vet lyrical but I ain't even reach the door like
Knock, Knock, Knock
Tell me who's home
Since the day I chose this road I've been
We come through stepping and we toating weapons clutching on that four five
You got yours and I got mine we going to see how this shit go now
I heard
might see you there, tell them free cards today. I say you, I say chop and screw, just leave this shit like out the roof
Ooh, just like you be holding up
or I don't know you
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? Don't make me blow you
Come to +Show you Love+, so let me show you
[RZA]
You might get splat by
or I don't know you
Wu-Tang Killa Bees, son, what? Don't make me blow you
Come to +Show U Love+, so let me show you
[RZA]
You might get splat by
wouldn't try
Please don't let this love go by
Don't let this love go by
Don't you feed another flame
And let the first one die
You might believe you can
warm.
Hold me tightly like we're sheltering from a storm.
MOUSE:
Think I might go out for a stroll
Into the night, and out of this hole.
Maybe find
so dear
Ignoring truths that now appear
Their world reshaped by fate's hand
Their culture facing a new demand
A new reality knocks on the door
Drop this top, pull up, stop
We don't, knock, pour this, wock up
Stack this money up El Chapo homie
Get it ASAP like I'm Flacko Jodeye
If I'm not
, and I'll do it without no assist
I'm bound to hit but I'm also bound to miss, like punching back in business
I knock you out with this disk
Like throwing
(Yeah)
I knock his head off and I spin it, he dizzy (Shh)
She telling me "Sammy, I love you," Oh really?
Well I don't chase girls, I stay chasing Millies
Saint Laurent shirt will fuck your bitch
11 years, night in and night out you know
These things happen when it's dark out
This shit didn't happen by
man this here for you bruv
This one here this one right here
This one here for you this one right here
This one here this go out to you
This for my
hangin' juice
And after juice you beggin' for this shit
Like you gon' knock it out better
Picked up my tech up off the ground
Pistol whipped, tied up
side chick, bitch, you just his stash house
Shut ya mouth when you see me with my ass out
Ya bitch
Ass is fat
He like that
If it's like that, I might
to the block
So when you see me in that jet, know how it got it you can't knock me
I'm gone score l can't no one block me & I might be sounding cocky
How you
a medic
And move foreward
So sick of the solar
Hear bombs drop
But God you came to get lost
Oh this fashon
Burnin by fashon
And she told you should
that dough
Might just leave yo ass laying, you stretched on the floor
It is too late for sorry, we takin yo soul
Just give me flame, ima burn him like
to make you fall
Shit our shit come through the walls
You better not duck with ya ass in the air, cus I'ma knock off ya balls!
[Chorus: James DeBarge]
tryna get wit me
Keep a 50
Bet this 30 round drum gon make em shimmy
How you hating never met me
How many shots, bitch I got plenty
3 drive bys straight
coming with soldiers
And If you talk with composure
We might save ya grip holders
This aint that street shit
When you Talk to me make sure you in defense
girlfriend
And I'll drive her to the stars
Well, that might not be your heaven
But it's close enough to call it
Big life
It's what you make it, what you make
a decision
But it's fight or flight, yea
Do you wanna die?
Looking right to left, yea
This might be your last, yea
Might be your last breath yea
Take it in
Discuss these u might knock this by the grouch Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In