Lyrics:
Shots shots
Just A kid the only witness
Shots Shots
Just a kid the only
You are it seems a man of many skills
Shots fired
Dead bodies on the streets
cause I got a sharp feelin
My rap's about to swing on you like Mark Breeland
By all means, just like Malcolm X
I, make you people dissolve like
see we good to go, you know the rest...
Don't stress, love-love baby. Ah'ight?
Chorus
If you got time to give, I got time to think
See,
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
Italy (yeah)
They to try bite my energy, so I gotta bob and weave
I'm the one they trust, so I got yo hoe on her knees
Heartbreak kid like Shawn
in Jordans with reflector tongues
Two kids with wet cement living down in their souls
They say what gets caught when you're young
Stays there when
what it is
Scared for your own kids
How these ghetto niggas taken over showbiz
They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
(You
And if ya didn't know,
Now you know I represent the N.O.
C.P three G's to my daddy yo.
I'm just a kid but I gotta Benz,
Money green wit the chrome out 20
My shows' packed up, wall to wall
Her ass stepped up, wall to wall
Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk
Frozen fish scale, you better go
wall to wall
Her ass stepped up, wall to wall
Got my money up, we, we're goin' to walk
Frozen fish scale, you better go to Ishmael
Tiger-skin hammers
ain't got time to waste time my nigga
Niggas gotta make time bro
The judge make time, you know that, the judge make time right?
The judge make time so
levitating shit
They say bob how you feel about tha fame
Really aint famous till obama know my name
Tha games in a drought it was going down tha drain
When I
like this...
The part of Bruce the Duck is played by an oboe...
Louie the Cat is a clarinet. All right, he's not really a
clarinet. He's just --- you
Back to the wall for the time I was cross
All by yourself in the middle of the storm
When you only got I, man, I know that shit numb, pour up red dead
me all
Give me all your attention baby
I got to tell you a
Little something about yourself
You're wonderful, flawless
Ooh you're a sexy lady
But you
Hey ladies in the place, I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got
Hey ladies in the place, I'm callin' out to ya
There never was a city kid truer and bluer
There's more to me than you'll ever know
And I've got
to rise
I'll chase you off of this earth
I got dreams, of holdin' a Nine milla, to Bob's killer
Askin him why as my eyes fill up
These days I can't
Light up the broccoli kid
Throw the relish in my back pocket
Keep your eyes open, push your seat back, just flow
That's how we doing it
Bound by
authentic, and don't front
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
Don't front, you know I got you open, kid
-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what's goin'
-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what's goin'
Days Of 49
~~~~~~~~~~
Im old tom moore from the bummers shore in that good old golden days
They call me a bummer and a ginsot too, but what cares
ain’t by mistake
Feed the fam they all getting plates
If we got problems, ima have my niggas send you home
That’ll put em in they place
Gold grills while
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