Lyrics:
know
Short Dog peep game, come on
I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets
No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats
Cocoa Puff
Storms ensued
Altered Moods
Futures bruised
We just trying to run it
Jump and overcome it
Blossom into something
Bottom bettered
Done it
We just trying
squad be armed up, gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up
Witcha town underseige, dillenger in your sleave
My gun
a hop, skip, and a jump
From poppin' shit to the one
Ridin' the dick of the one
Who rides sick wit' a young
Fly chick in a gun (gun!)
Inside the whip when
rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck that, on the run-by, gun high, one eye closed
Left holes through some guy clothes
Stop your bullshittin, Glock with
you can't afford to pay attention
Catch me downtown by L.E.S.
Or up in Flatbush, Fort Green by dys, who you be with
My niggas I was locked up
a Mouse who Runs Around the Clock snitching
Who he hitting, I think he hit it raw cause he be itching
[Money B]
Shimmy, Shimmy Cocoa Pop, the glock went
, by-by-by, Jamal-Ski, ki-ki-kiyah!
[Jamal-Ski] {best guess}
Jump up and be upon the mic and stick em
Come follow me the man me work for the mic
They
tea
I'll be right there spilling my tea
I'll be right there spilling the tea
I know you won't hear it bitch
And that's fine by me
Don't worry I don't
You told me it's the truth but I'm still afraid
I'm not the one who would jump the gun
If I had proof I'd take off my shades
And be blinded by
who're tripping
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
On the downlow
On the downlow
I be the first ever Asian astronaut
Blastin' off, castin' off
The ties that bind like a smashed guitar
Rode a mastodon out Jurassic Park
Chased by
bang
Do it on my ones or do it with gang
Jump out cars or jump out vans
They run when they hear that the ting goes bang
(Ay, Rzon, what we sayin',
round in my brand new ninety-nine, fo' do', Volvo
I got a pocket full of be 's,
cocoa weed and ain't got no place to go tho'
But all my Boca Boys they
in blood,
Dodging the who, make the gun flip with ah swoo,
Bailing back on with my troops,
I'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas
That's down with they
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Who, who?
About to jump on my plate, I'm sayin'
Who, who?
We countin' money on planes, like
Who, who?
You wanna speak on my name? Ha
crucify him, you next!
And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face
I'm the Champ!
Who want to battle the Don?
I'm James Bond in
aight, cool
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral
I'm in yard, hand gun with a riffle
Everything's dead if I say it's my call
Bands jump out the ride
defenseless
(Uhh) , he just popped some benzenes (Yah)
You know who the queen, bitch
This ain't on the fences
You ain't in the camp
You ain't even where
Ayo
Can I tell 'em something
Let me tell you something
I'm from ood O O D
We no good as soon as they jump we O D
Guns and drugs letting it pump
the sound
Drag him all around town by his feet
While he weep
Blood seep on the city streets
Paint the town red
Take a hacksaw with a rust chain
Murder
find the right words
steaming hot cocoa and crystalline tea
are two of my favorite things except for the tea
here comes that part again the same
the hassle
You'd be living in the castle by now
And it makes me sick how you break these bricks
For a girl who barley knows you exist
Now you're tripping
call me Prospect, I'm one in a mil
One of the real, I rap but I still put a gun in your grill
I'm the reason why I catch you when your car breezin by
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