Lyrics:
(hiding)
I was hiding all away (hiding)
I was hiding dear (hiding)
Hiding all away (hiding)
You approached a high court judge
You thought he'd be
(hiding)
I was hiding all away (hiding)
I was hiding dear (hiding)
Hiding all away (hiding)
You approached a high court judge
You thought he'd be
but I'm known to be cruel
Cause when I step up in the kitchen I don't play by the rules
You think that you're cool
But my cooking always making them
in on the outside left
With a chain flying round his head;
And Harold Demure, from Art Literature,
Nips up the nearest tree.
(Here come
Wake up!
Take the pillow from your head and put a book in it.
It's time for the massive BDP crew at the top of the pile.
Yo. In
wall
Kill one of ours, we'll kill one of yours
With some friendly fire, that's
A funny term, like civil war
Six in the morning, police at my crib
Now my
for my Jamaican homie
Yeah, still up in the jungle boy
Me and the homie and a half of P of jungle boys
Back then we moved Cocaine, we was unemployed
pistol up under my head
(He strolled along home)
I took my time
(And he went to bed)
Thought I'd sleep some
(Laid his pistrol)
Big 22"
(Up under his head
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
comin' for my
Dogs in the morning and if I die by a slug
The death of a true thug
Tell me will my niggas mourn
Me? Gettin' blowed out
High, watch me murder
think you can't drop 'em no more
War ready nigga put some change on your head
Damn right, fuck around, clear my safe out
I got a few digi scales
a hero, he a working man
My mama to this day wearing his ring on her hand
He went to war but didn't want to shoot in no one's head
That's why he bailed, did
Thousand dollar shades on
My lil' homies boost 'em
Songs bump in Houston like Trae
Tha Truth produced 'em silverback nigga
I suggest you get used
pistol up under my head.
(He strolled along home) I took my time.
(And he went to bed) Thought I'd sleep some.
(Laid his pistrol) Big 22".
(Up under
bust some head because I am the judge
He is the judge, he is the judge
Who's there? I is. I is who?
I is your next door neighbor
Order in this
presidents
They go to war, yeah, all my lil' niggas militant
Let's go to trial, we guilty til' proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead d-dead presidents
Dead
I'm a warhead
Warhead, warhead, warhead, warhead
Warhead, warhead, warhead, war
Naps, turn it up
My whole life has been warfare
Bloodshed trickles
only be judged by Judy and God
Judy make me lose my mind (mind)
She knows if you’ve done the crime (it’s the Judge)
Kick back and just rewind (rewind)
blinded by the liquor and weed
I made a change in my life and got some get right
Finally livin decent, no more creepin after midnight
I respect the words
If you're on your own grind and you don't know a bag of man
You can be my Santan D
This is Jekyll and Hyde
Have you ever had a war with your mind?
street
nobody de to trust
I don put my leg for dust even Keke pour me mud
Sometimes i de contemplate to sacrifice blood
Cuz I really gat to make am by fire
says
Same dude to give you ice and you owe him some head
Shorty, it's time to wake up the dead
You sound a little naive in them articles that I read
When me'd a run town with mi gun inna mi short jeans
You deh a country a plant greens
So you wan' war bad man now?
By all means, when you ready,
The whole rundown
cll in the bed
Where my head rests at sundown
It's done now
I got no wife
cnd no funds now
She left with the silly little dude
I wanna gun
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