Lyrics:
fruity, by myself don't need a pair
I always hit a strike, Ian rolling for no spare
Y'all been on meat, ain't up to nothing like Sinclair
He been shaking in
It's like you don't even care, don't even care, no
I ain't gon' let this opportunity pass me by, pass me by, no
Cuz what am I gonna do when I die
to die for
Y'all to do something
When Trayvon died man y'all ain't do nothing
Eye for an eye so let's kill that man
If you don't have an idea then it's
verse I'm back and I'm here to collect
I'm on set
Marked but ain't ready for death
I'm twelve steps
Y'all relapsing in depths
In cold sweats with me
with me
Third verse I'm back and I'm here to collect
I'm on set
Marked but ain't ready for death
I'm twelve steps
Y'all relapsing in depths
In cold
killing folk
This ain't the shit they taught you when you went to kindergarten
What you need to know is in the (blood)
Queen Angela done told y'all
are not convincin'
When Detroit blocks stay flocked with henchman
Niggas get popped for instance, infrared dot for distance
Get knocked by the cops,
I haunt you in your fucking sleep, this ain't a fuckin' dream
This ain't a fuckin' dream
Carnage is in the building, hacking y'all to bits
On 10, I'm
talking to her?
What y'all closing the clubs?
Just give me a few minutes
And she gon be ready to go
What, y'all closing the clubs?
I ain't finished
Y’all can’t kill my vibe
Can’t take me outta my zone
For Him I’m ready to die
You riding or moving along
Nothing gon break me or hold me
I got
Yeah keep it steady y'all ain't ready for this motherfucking midnight spaghetti
Yeah keep it steady y'all ain't ready for this motherfucking midnight
there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Time to make ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Bitches
on the grill, for sunroof we say it had the brains blown
I said, "This bitch is inside, you ready to attack?"
Wes looked at me said, "Mack mack mack mack mack"
breaks had to make a way
Taking major hits for some minor pay
Fuck niggas man they gone forever hate
But in this spot imma forever stay yellin' out
Fuck
, come on)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
We ready (We ready for)
For y'all (We ready, we ready)
Ain't no question bout who
this motherfucker before I kill him (please)
(Arf) fresh out the asylum, I'm wildin'
Y'all niggas know the phone numbers for help, you best to dial 'em
and get this muh'fucker before I kill him (please)
ARRRRF! Fresh out the asylum, I'm whylin'
Y'all niggas know the phone numbers for help you best to dial
turn foes but at least I know my enemies well Ain’t ever leaving scraps
Y’all can fight over every meal
I reinvented the wheel and rolled up ready
and this 'Pac nigga, picture us rollin'
Rollin'
Picture me rollin'
Picture me
Picture me rollin'
Is y'all ready for me?
Picture me rollin' roll
Hog and this 'Pac nigga... picture us rollin
Rollin
Picture me roll-hoee-ollin
Picture me, picture me rollin
Heheheheheheh
Is y'all ready for
Q Redd on the track
Q Red on the track and we runnin' it
You got me fucked up (what up?)
You ain't sayin' shit
Nigga play with me he gon' get
Yeah
Gang starr, M.O.P.
Either ride or be quiet
What we gon' do? (Gon' do), motherfucker
Lights out, I told y'all, this is the one I owe y'all
Ye'ain't worthy of dirty, situation ugly but the lessons learned pretty,
Grand folks by 30
Now surely, y'all ain't still talking about our slow tongue
Did
You lil boyz stay out mine and worry 'bout yurn
You lil boyz is tha right hook for this song 'cause y'all children
You lil boyz need to stop stealin'
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