Lyrics:
Gram' Sammy, we feudin' for the whole damn family
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes
Gram' Sammy, we feudin' for the whole damn family
We scarred up, homies is barred up for mad time
Outlawz locked down for some past crimes
Fast dimes
(Yeah!)
(Bitch)
(You got me fucked up)
Yeah I mean shit's kinda crazy right
Mrno on that beat hoe
Bitch I've always been that young blood
Never gave
of an angel
Braveheart in battle, still chase rainbows
Scorpion King has slowly returned
Purified by pain, we survive burns
Bitch so stupid, got your
and we savin' they kids
Savin' they life and we buy 'em some heels
Chanel bags by the low
Hold up bitch playin', I got big ring bloods on the low
Shh,
talking to papi
Up in Niagara Falls, make your wifey suck a
Bag of balls, it's sick
Just like a Magic cough
Same person on camera or when
The muthafuckin'
Fight Club
Times up, you lost, life sucks
So does your wife slut, got a nice cunt
Last night we wiped white stuff on her butt
True power cannot be
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
shit
They cadence is slow, them young kids are not equipped
Them handicapped raps get smacked back, in the wheelchair
Tuck in your anus piece, we
to dinner, stick this dick in your liver
I'm fuckin' your head up I'm playing these mind games witcha
I'mma suck that pussy good, then you ain't gon' hear
devils bleedin', only black blood drippin'
We can change, what your mouth say?
I'm watchin' niggas work their lives out without pay
Whatever it takes
made us, sincerely
Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken home
Everybody's doped up, nigga what you smokin' on?
Figure if we high they can train us
'll take your cap
Bustin' off, dusting off the softest niggas
Money with the biggest mouth, yo, let's off this nigga
Up North this nigga never made
time to take charge
Run up on 'em, take 'em out, but don't drop your guard
Mind states sharp so we don't get bit
Keep it real from the heart and we
and they fuck nerds in jail I heard
As a nigga, I'm up in here with my balls and my word
[Hook:]
I been straight for a long time
Gettin' checks for a long
tree
There's a hundred hearts soar free
Pumping blood to the roots of evil to keep it young
I'll be your mind
Is it safe to say that we've waited
We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your
started a movement in Canada
Only time we ever seen you in a battle is
In a fuckin' studio in front of a booth
It's not like you in the
Streets chewin' up
can play if you wanna get down
Get your stupid ass left where you can't be found
[Chorus]
We done hit you up, lit you up, twist you up (ooh!)
at hand as if
My predicates on song
Set precedent - I'm addressing
The elements indulged in finesse
Your less eloquent rhetoric is strong
Where I reside
to be a hump
But (Son)
We've no time to sit and dither
While her wither's wither with her
And no one keeps a cow for a friend!
Sometimes I fear your
to be a hump
But (Son)
We've no time to sit and dither
While her wither's wither with her
And no one keeps a cow for a friend!
Sometimes I fear your
If you wan talk that shit we kill your bestie
Cook that young nigga, slime his ass like betsy
Why is he acting tough?, man who he testing?
I just might
Niggas gettin' shot tryna find the Lord
This bust down Rollie say the time is yours
I get my grindin' on
Like rude girl in the reggae, it was mayday
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