Lyrics:
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
rocked with the greats backed up by The Roots crew
Blowing a tree with Tariq, overseas we would speak
It was mostly the voice, so unique
I could hear you
how we do son / That's how we do when I'm with my crew / cruise by the stars in they cars, but they coupes / mines a spaceship design to fly the coop /
weight, used to rock kicks wit no lace
Fuck a soul mate, low heart pace, pulse at a slow rate
Runnin' rapid, while others play as if they captive
You ain’t out here making moves
Live it up that’s what we do
Trademark The Block that’s my crew
I do not know about you
You wanna see what we bout
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
Frustrated five on twos
No breaks for mad crews
Now who the fuck is you
Sick a you
Community hoesis
Who posin' as Moses
In street clothist
Who be
A zigga-zigga, like I said before I love them all
Family affair, by the Legion I swear
To rip up mic stands and tracks to shreds and show no fear
One love with
Drown them
Pray to the merciful
Poseidon
Helpless, fight for breath
What have you done
Waves crack the hull
My loyal crew is swallowed by death
A new obscenity laced rap video from the cousin of an unarmed man shit to death
by the L.A.P.D. appears to threaten the lives of police officers
It's a Hustle Hell
When there's no product to sell
And the crew he use to run with
They're all locked up in jail
And the family that was there for
surrounded by squeal muh'fuckas like you?
But real niggas don't fret 'cause the number one crew
R to the O to the C comin' true
All I need
Rocawear
surrounded by squeal muh'fuckas like you?
But real niggas don't fret 'cause the number one crew
R to the O to the C comin' true
All I need
Rocawear
didn't know, that I would know, so many is good hoes
By the look that you chose, you're undercover pros
Praise the Lord, bless your soul
In your Gap
didn't know, that I would know, so many is good hoes
By the look that you chose, you're undercover pros
Praise the Lord, bless your soul
In your Gap
rush 2
In the city of lights, heartbeats ignite
As the clock strikes twelve, we come alive come alive
Lost souls seeking thrill, adrenaline's high
We're
NBS snowgoons
ST dot unh!
I two step with the
Toolette like "Who's next?"
My goons rep and honestly we some crew vets
The people screaming,
of your lives have led you up to this
Driven, if not by fame, then avarice
Thaumas in rage, salacious
Thirsty for blood berates us
Darkness surrounds with
love the applause
And they loving these bars
And they loving these bars
They call me young Wacka Flocka how I do it with No Hands
Because I make that
you to area 51
And get you kidnapped by aliens
I got a thought
You've been a thot
I got a thought bitch
You've been a thot
Dating two guys at the same
state to state
Rampages, airplay, videos, and stretch black limos
The dream that seemed impossible
But now I'm doin' show for thousands
Savin' souls
don't stop
Don't, don't stop (Jay)
One, one, two, two, three, three
The, the Hollis, Hollis crew, crew
For, for, for, for, for the love now
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