Lyrics:
Talk all that… (He got a gun he got a
Gun he got a gun) Jump!
Yeah (yeah yeah yeah) I feel you
I still want you (Make the ghetto theme)
Hahahaah
the shit with a rusty screwdriver, BLAOWW!!
[I'll fuckin]
[I'll fuckin
I'll fuckin hang you by your fuckin dick
off a fuckin twelve sto-story building out
the body was fresh and ripe
They told me you were a killer but I was the killer
I have no filter, come on, sing the hook again
'Cause they told me you are
to the brothers
Smile, you little human, smile, for you're sane.
By the way, what's sanity? They don't care about it.
In fact, they worry about nothing. They
a lesson no matter how it's told
You can't teach a dog and a cat the same trick, Jack
Don't do it
[ VERSE 1 ]
Hitler was a killer, Frank Ward was the Mack
ladies
And when you come inside, into the front
You do the Freak, Spank, and do the Bump
And when the sucker MC's try to prove a point
We're
ladies
And when you come inside, into the front
You do the Freak, Spank, and do the Bump
And when the sucker MC's try to prove a point
We're
to have-
Yeah, or, no, it should be
It should be on three dun dun dun dun dun-
But dog, when you get that finished product?
It's all worth it
Begin
After these ninety days should
Be seating tall
You took a lose, two ounces of
I could've cut it more times than a
Trying to get the dope to
Jump
em' a gown
I be boxing my car like a lounge
In my dreams I be running the town
I'm a king
No you can't take my crown
Jump jump jump jump
I jumped in
Yeah
You're so young, you have no idea what the hell you've got into
You're so young, you have no idea what the hell you've got into
You're so busy
and hearts
I'll bring someone to life, is what I wanna do
I wanna create my own version of you
Well, it must be the winter of my discontent
I wish
lies...
The day will come when you'll want to confront me,
But you'll always hide away in your room...
Just like you did when you were a child,
You cried in
Young black boy, goes by the the name of Wayne
16 turned insane, he lost his brain
After seeing big bro slain
They killed him and snatched his chain
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
it
My young homies stay strong
I wonder if they'll listen to
A nigga when he gone? R U Still Down?
I'm gettin' high
So a nigga think he touch the sky
down a Sodom and Gommorah Refugees we nah go so
[Chorus]
So talk weel if you vex, try and jump in a mi chest, you Mr. Punk, well
Come and do your
at the look on their face
They looking bigger mad
I jump in my bag
Just to jump out of that bag and jump in a bigger bag
You know I got it you know I been had
. No we must see him.
Mandy: Go and praise someone else's brat, go on.
Wise Man 2: We were led by a star.
Mandy: Led by a bottle, more
the Head Nigga In Charge, the best kept secret
We killers, but chill dunn (shhh) that's best kept secret
Let's not jump off the topic, we talkin' 'bout
vital for the survival of the street's disciple
From the day you were born
Starring out, a young disciple
You had that gleam in your eye
Disciple
thing I met at Yule By the Sea
Was a cripple on crutches and he says to me:
"Young man, if you can, please listen for a minute"
"I got me a glass, there's
your love is so distant
Things feel off when we kick it
Wait till these perkys kick in ey
Im probably dealing with another version of you ain't I?
Are
My art sharp, shoot your posse apart
Nigga take you on one by one, gun by gun
Son by son, done by done
Whoever come murder fest, one of the best
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