Lyrics:
Nathan.
Who you facin? Slugs blazin' the amazin'.
Aiyo check it, I used to live reckless,
Snatch kids necklace, nigga, respect this.
A nigga catch
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up ease off
This goes out to all area crew (yes, yes, yes)
This to my BK crew
funny if you let these cats fool you
They hold no weight
Your values dying at a slow rate
Opposition track live niggas pop gats
Been doin' this since
got your bitch droolin'
(Got your bitch droolin')
Time to show these boys who
Really gettin' to it
What you doin'? Gettin' a lot of money
Count a lot
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
Mmm
Nah nah nah nahhhh
Everyone keeps asking what I'm doin
What I'm doing what I'm doin
Asking me them questions who I'm screwin who I'm screwin
one.
[Verse 2]
Blastmaster KRS-One of course
Comes to express with style the lost
Ways of rhyming, old and new, past and present
Knock, knock, who
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
in your du-rag too son?
Nigga, you're a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come to 12
With your doo-doo crew, son, fuck
in your du-rag too son?
Nigga, you're a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come to 12
With your doo-doo crew, son, fuck
on in ya
If I was fucking you right about now
You'd have a dick stuck in you (yeah)
Have to go brag to your fucking crew
On how this rap nigga dick
live
Women in the cut, we just trynna live
We got 2 days off to do anything we want and we don't give a fuck, we just trynna live
Bottles on the counter
to lose
Live by the rhyme
But I'ma die by the booze
Xzibit breakin' down niggas
Who got somethin' to prove
Here we are face to face
Nigga make
for clappin', with one hand
Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump land
Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds
Never leave the crib
slang I use
breakin' down mics
and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2 unhh............ 1-2-1-2 mic
HIIIIGHER
LEVEL NIGGAS THEY ROLL WIT THE DEVIL
SPRING I BE DOIN MY THING WIT MY CREW
THIS IS HOW I DO WIT MY PRETTY RAH LOU
WIT SPIGG KNIGHT AN FREAK
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
nobody laughin'
It's funny what paper be doin' to me
It's funny what paper be doin' to you
I'm losin' my vision man who is who
The way that I'm actin' is
tribes
Who live
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Show your love, word up
Yo Word up, show your love
Verse 2
I notice you
Doin your
a seven in the face but a ten in the ass
And she even look better by the end of my glass (damn)
See, I just walked in fresher than the Certs off in this
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