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phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realise
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the 9, they fire it
phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realize
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the nine, they fire
The Phoenix
The Phoenix

Aye yo what's good?
Man, this ya guy Lyfe Jennings, once again, man
I just want to start off by sayin', 'Thank you'
phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realize
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the nine, they fire
phones soundin' a death tone
Corporations cold
Turn ya to stone before ya realize
They load the clip in omnicolour
Said they pack the nine, they fire
himself "wicked"
No rest, no peace, no sleep
Doughboy rolling down the hill cause it's so steep
Jackson... lemme figure out the name
Jack cause you be
homies kinda deep
Somking on a thai stick feeling kinda hight wit
Ya passenger seat occupied by a fly bitch
Rolling in ya lo-lo
Cut list all ya MCs
night I went out drinking
When I came home I gave her a beating
So she ? the rolling pin and went to work on my head
Until she bash it in

I lie cold
night I went out drinking
When I came home I gave her a beating
So she ? the rolling pin and went to work on my head
Until she bash it in

I lie cold
and the time we bump, dedicate slow jams on the radio,
Know ya happy I can feel ya passion looking out foe ya just like daddy,
Come on, sun shine turn
ya head

I give a shout out to the living dead
Who stood and watched as the feds cold centralized
So serene on the screen, he was mesmerized
on a far away shore 

Out on the briny
With the moon big and shiny
Melting your heart of stone
Honey I'd love to get you
On a slow boat to China
All
masons
Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters they daddies faceless
Play this, by ya stomach, let my words massage it and rub it
I'll be his
the world this is what I call living as I ride in my car and I'm
Blinded by the lights that were on the quest
We're running off in the night
Got some
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick da fliest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike git out ya backpack
Um in my flav-mobile
an angel puttin' up with this guy
She laughed and said play me some Rolling Stones
I couldn't let that chance go by
Yeah I sang her "You Can't Always Get
know about that
look out for the Hood Starz album by the Git It Boyz
You know, shout out to the Trak Starz
They in da building Buck Ban and Zoe
Uh,
metro
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick da fliest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike git out ya backpack
Um in my
metro
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick da fliest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike git out ya backpack
Um in my
did fed time
Fuck ya clique
Fuck ya glocks
Matter fact fuck ya block
Fuck who you pulled out on 
Fuck you!
Fuck ya bitch
Fuck if you been outta
we bump, dedicate slow jams on the radio,
Know ya happy I can feel ya passion looking out foe ya just like daddy,
Come on, sun shine turn
Knock out the snore
From rolling around in my bed

Beautiful girls
Intelligent girls
Collate girls

I hate ya
(Yeah I hate ya)
Nah the truth is I want ya
keys in the ig-nition

Start the rolling gap, scrap, befoere I calp
Bang out like a western
Found out where you live at
Pay ya spot a visit
Lucky Lefty, gangster effortlessly
Papa was a rolling stone it's in my an-ces-try
I'm in a whole 'nother league, niggas never catch me
And I sport fly