Lyrics:
hazardous
Seeds can't be saved by JESUS Of Nazareth
Sell my nigga weed, its halarious
They squeese at the cabbages, seeds in the carrage's (the kids
peepin' out some new lyrics my man Carnage was kickin'
Forcin' this contortionist towards blowin' kids
Physicals over inproportionate coordinates
a jack-in-the-box,
One second I'm by the water, then I'm back on the block
VERSE 2:
It's a new dawn, heat flying, breddas keep iron,
In da street fighting, beefing
the whales but you know I'm about the fam tho
Spawning for the new shit just another fucking gamble
Roll with us this shit gets hectic
Follow the rules you
to get big?
I'd hate to be that person when my verse comes out their kids lips.
That shits as worse as it gets,
This verse is over, I quit
Signed Charlie
and family
It's exactly what you're asking
It's a small downtown and see,
Most of us live on the outskirts outside the city limits
But a city's not defined by
ACG’s
So it’s B6 Flatbush, sliding through the rear
I’m talking about the junction couple blocks from the veer
My summer might suck rocking last year’s
gone pop one more And rage with the kid
She gone pop one more And rage with the kid
Fuck I look like having friends
When I got prescriptions
I don't do
It's for today and for tomorrow
I don't know about your kids' kids' kids' kids though
Ditto, loco, your flow is crazy
Rhyme a phrase like quid pro quo
They never seen my face
We just getting lost
That high life
We roam we roam
Now when the world's about to blow where do you go
Where you gonna hide are
Yeah! This is Lyte coming at you shouting out
To everybody in the hood up to
No good the ruffneck got it going on!
Yeah and i'ma do it like this
Now
on Flex"0 I ain't know what to do
It was like Run was sunnin everybody but then again the shit was true
MC's must want him gone, hoppin on chrome
sayin
What do we do? Is- Do we stand
By and allow the bow section to collapse
Upon itself or in the future
Do we actually
Design some projects for
Yet you rain on my parade (Ooh I gotta say)
I ain't gonna change, ooh
Think about your sweetest dream (I'm out of my mind)
Do you know just what it
your secrets showing in the news
I saw niggas switching lanes and coming back like nigga get it straight
I don't need you in my life if you're not gonna
to the sky and let your parachute out
With cut cable ties whatcha gonna do now
Shit a fall this high over street ka pow
So i bring you to the ocean let
chit-chat, Bro beat a nigga ass, come get your get back
Fool me once, won't do it again
Really rich off pain, I'm lovin' these checks
Won't stress about
[verse 1]
Celebrity the new drug
In america
Gotta have it
Gotta be it
So the young ones see it
Watch out now
Looka here now
In these get rich
Celebrity the new drug
In america
Gotta have it
Gotta be it
So the young ones see it
Watch out now
Looka here now
In these get rich or die
all about them
Be a role model spend time have fun
Teach em that the pressure from the streets is gonna come
But never let it get ya where you gotta get
And the company's associates can hit this quarter's quotas
These ain't big rappers keeping it legit, shit
These are kid actors reading from a script in the
New Era -
Delusional twisted old man
Think bout your kids
Think bout your family
Think about the outsiders
You look like a peasant
Crazy thing that this shit it
something for you to be proud about
Chains on my neck I shot a block up for this s***
But they gonna frown upon it they ain't never live this s***
Yea
was with ****,
I was dodging bullets
And didn’t care to tell her that I was safe
My homie start cripping
It’s crazy to think about
We was just kids
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