Lyrics:
degrees than have to roll with the steal
Attitudes can get ya noodles spilled
By the king o’ the hill
Daz for real
Well but play ill
See milk is
in my Glock I'm
Trying to bend something
I could murder these niggas
Like I'mma win something
But they don't make war for that
There's friends with
head up and stick yo chest out
And if you heavy off in this game then get yo vest out
I hit the scene like po-po's
In the four door chevrolet, we gas
Niggas playing deadly motherfuckin' war games
(deadly war games) that nigga rappin' about
My motherfuckin' life!
I'm talking to you, nigga
(fake-ass
brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk, 'cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while
brandish my strap, back like a cobra
I stay drunk, 'cause I'm a mad man whenever sober
On a one-man mission, my ambition's to hold up
The rap game, while
Notorious
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat,
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat
Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your
blockin me, cockin me
Cause I'm the HARDEST motherfucker, out here rockin
I got the game in shades, got the niggas in blades
I got them hoes on a raid,
the lesser of evil
It's an exercise for the sheeple
Their planned debates and their candidates
Are hand picked by the hidden hand man it's fake
It's fixed
bedrock, bedrock, bedrock
Got the whole game in a headlock, comin' from the state of the red rock
They comin' to see like a red box, gunnin' for the top I'm
When the limits are set
By these bigots in velvet red
Paranoid pyramid heads
Darkness is my home now
Will you please accept
My deepest apologies
Like
ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,
ring
Roll through the hood on them gold thangs
Now it's world war 3 in them streets
Ain't gone never have enough police
Picture I relax, relate,
Tilden
John's work was to listen to the words of the red men
Interpreting what they had spoken
John Tanner's the name, hard living's the game
And maybe
the concrete jungle where real niggas be packing heat
Leaving your insides exposed to the witnesses walking by
Here today and gone tomorrow my nigga, we born
gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one
It's a New Wave
War incoming it's a new phase
People changing, got a new face
Better step back I'm the hearts ace
Running in cycles stuck in a maze
flag of freedom"
"Do what you can for your country"
Go and fight their wars for them
"They're not following in our footsteps,
KILL THEM!"
Red white
come out to play
Bongo drums said today
Front page caption read like this
Natives dress as terrorists
Tribal war a perfect plan for the one that
come out to play
Bongo drums said today
Front page caption read like this
Natives dress as terrorists
Tribal war a perfect plan for the one that
This is a spiritual war
This is a spiritual war
Take the blue the red
You wanna be alive or you wanna be wack
Ain't nobody got the time to listen
initially
Officially love and lust
Accompanied by misery
So obsessed with company
Watchin' how you move, how you walk
Where your compass be
Even when you move
on go and still in the game
You can not stop me - you can't stop the boss
This ain't no red light district
Green lights I fly by
She say we look like
Resolution Oil
Framed by a window sits a mother and her child
Her hair is graying and her hands are wrung with sorrow
A waiting game - she played it
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