Lyrics:
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test I'm rappin' to the beat
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
fo it’s gone
I been hustling too long, I think it’s time you put me on
I be posted by the corner, posted, posted by the corner store
posted by
of my shoes
They too timid to even make it a single minute
I was molded by the pain
Shit, I'm Bane, I was raised in it
You and me are not the same
I was
Listen, when you see a bullshit man, make
Sure you pull some sort of weapon
Put it in his hand and tell him to shoot you
You’ll kill him faster than he
Can
pockets and hand
But I carry out orders from no man
'Cause anything you wanna do I already did
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid
But in
pockets and hand
But I carry out orders from no man
'Cause anything you wanna do I already did
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid
But in
Baby
I know you like when I talk nasty to you
If it's fuck me, then it's fuck you
Send me your location, I'ma come through
I'ma put it down
to call me Jizzle when they step in the middle
And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle
Whats up!
Put your sacks in the air if you
to call me Jizzle when they step in the middle
And you can tell the color when it's damp in the middle
Whats up!
Put your sacks in the air if you
me put your hands up (hood)
My hood niggas can you stand up (I'm so hood)
If you not from here you can walk it out
And you not hood if you don't
two realms we exist in
Left hand, right hand, left hand
He quoted a scripture and told me to
Look at the black on black crime
(what you do next)
I told
it right out the frame
Damn you the GOAT
Slapping me up and still holding my shit by the throat, woah
You gon' need two hands
You gon' need two hands
the gun
I just don't know
Did I die by the hand
Did I die by the gun
Feelin so so cold
What's wrong with me
Everything's so cold
On a slab in the morgue
But
Euphorias a state of mind
Put your hand on my shoulder make me feel controlled yeah
Cause when you hold on, everything feels at home yeah
You make me live
She brushed her hand across my nuts
And then she starts to speak
She said hey little boy, you want to play with me
I like big money and I like shit free
Shе brushed her hand across my nuts
And then shе starts to speak
She said hey little boy
You want to play with me
I like big money and I like shit free
It's the same for you
You hold your hand
And it's all fine - laced and
What would you make me do
So take my lies
And take my time
'Cause all
a bitch that'll make it work
I turn my back, you cut my throat, this life I live, I expect the worse
Give me your hand, give me your hand when I'm
be done
In the real league nerd not the fantasy one
Throw your hands up, you can cheer for your boy
When I hit the stage get a ear full of noise
When I
don't worry me
Big dick Benton, AKA, Ron Jeremy
When you give me brains, handle my dick carefully
Who the fuck care to be the loser, bitch marry me
Suit
Tell me if you with it 'cause I'm with it, babe
I haven't heard from you in a minute, babe
Just tell me what to do when I get it, babe
Gucci and Prada
just the forwards
Justified
Side by side
Juxtaposed
Jumping out
Just to show you
The world in my hands
The world in my hands
The world in my
caught a bullet with another man's name on it
Now he can't do leg day or put strain on it
Every time you hear me freestyle, I put pain in it
I used
to me from him, but that mercy has been obscured from your sight, shall we compel you to accept it when you have a strong hatred for it
And O my people,
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