Lyrics:
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Green light baby I got it im trynna get up
Money talkin crazy we got it we never pass up
N shoot his body twice he not trippin i'm boutta ball up
bly
Hoe lank dit sal jou vat voor jy weer kan
Eet en goed kyk en Facebook en slaap, herhaal
Herhaal
In 'n oogwink as jy mooi dink, spook die beelde by
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
is
Her specialty, after all hands come up
One by one "Oh my god, Rihmeek, "
Nicki groans exaggeratedly, invoking Meek's
Middle name for effect "Every
the president
If this weed it get me high I call it heaven sent
Ain’t a day that don’t go by I don’t see Benjamin
I shine bright throughout my city, Thomas Edison
Beanie what's up Baby
what's Happening (Face)
Sigel
What ' bout to get off baby
We fittin' to get off
H4y yo what we goin to do on this
bout ta get handcuffed
Or boo'd up
A full house
Mr Tanner
HANNAH
Montana Terrace
Glass Manor
To Savannah
For the Aunties
For the thotties
Even for them
Throw them hands up
Like you bout ta get handcuffed
Or boo'd up
A full house
Mr Tanner
HANNAH
Montana Terrace
Glass Manor
To Savannah
For the Aunties
For
of V.A.
Close your eyes mom your legacy will never fade away
Drift away..
[Chorus]
{{Myalansky}}
Eh yo son your Jack ringin, "What up? Who this?"
"Jakes
Let me smoke a blunt right now and get in my zone
Akademiks said Freddie Gibbs got beat up by Jim Jones (word)
I'm not a big fan of his the streets
Okay let me tell you my story
I’m the kind of guy you’d think’s extremely boring
But before you judge a book by its cover you know
Hey, stay a little
Face to face thats how i like to handle it
Save the day you can call me mr anderson
Cypher dead these niggas they talking presidents
Pockets is trash
by stars
But he did have love for
The poor and the theives
And he was in the street
Kind of similar to me, nigga
Mr beck, Mr o'Reilly, Mr limbaugh, Mr
that Mr. President? (nahh)
Is that Mrs. of the ruler? (who knows)
Whoever it is just bow your head
But Ladies & Gentleman please let me introduce you
killin' em.
Now it's whistle blower vs. the pistol holder;
Case dismissed, they'll lock you up and throw away the key witness.
Justice is the whim
falls down another stands
Brick by brick we'll chip away these walls
I'll believe in the you that believes in me
And in that belief I can finally see
Irrelevant, without Christ
It's nothing but another sin element
E - Eternal purpose, without it
This earth is dead and worthless
N - Never stop, giving Him
are sure hard to come by
(Uh-huh)
But then again
His loyalties lie within
Always kept his head to the sky
And they can't see, no n-n-no-no
(Check
neighborhood
And label me as a dope dealer yo, and say that I'm no good
But I gave out jobs so niggas wouldn't have to go out
Gave up some dope on the corner so
Woo!
Music up please!
Born and raised in the U.S.A
By the way of New Orleans where the Killas stay, OK
Uh alright, yeah
Born and raised in the U.S.A
start knowin' sumpim about Uzi?s and shit So uh?
Now this three eighty was a bitch who used to ho up on my block
She lived on smith-n-wesson with that
think there is a virus the and it's coming from the Pentagon
Swear to god too much anger has been pent up
Donald should not be the fucking president
ain't compatible, they be fallible
If you wanna challenge me with a battle we better saddle up
I work for battlers,seal it by pittlin pattilin
Tittling
of some old rich cunts
Which stunts are the most entertaining for you Mr Rothschild
c goth child turns up to school with an cK
To take away another parents
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