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ain't down with us?
Man, say a few prayers
G-Ds, V-Ls, cr-zips, bl-zoods, all niggaz throw yo setts in da air

Chorus

[Lord Infamous]
When the biblical
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Matthew 7:3,5, James 1:2, Matthew 5:16

Too many black sheep in the family
Too many stones from a house
[Chorus]
We are renegades. This means W.A.R.
16s bust to break unjust laws
Overthrow regimes in the name of the cause
Renegades, never slaves,
creepin.....


'Cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Everytime that its
me

While working my tan looked down the cliff to see
A line of black and whites dropped by a yellow jersey
Called Uncle Arnie said,
What's going
me

While working my tan looked down the cliff to see
A line of black and whites dropped by a yellow jersey
Called uncle Arnie said, "what's going
of rain all week
And the high today is gonna be eighty-three
They're playing highway 101 on 102.5 
An eighteen wheeler by my side

Numbers all around,
me...

While working my tan looked down the cliff to see
A line of Black and Whites Dropped by a yellow Jersey
Called Uncle Arnie said, "What's going
the days, but let's just say five
Years, coming of age, it make you blow by your day job
So cry for me, wild for me
It's a horror story, eyes 20/20s that
a Sinatra
So she don't fuck niggas with Apple watches
'Cause Rolex shopping is more exciting
Shout out to dopeboy LED 16 swipers
Howard homecoming kingpins
twenty-five years now,
The cab of a truck has been my home,
And it would be kind of hard for me to settle down
And not be on the go.

Why, I remember the first
cream 16 five, everyday, all day
Hit me on the door knob
'cause we be ballin', bitch we be haulin'

Got chickens up the highway from New Orleans
An y'all
the main attraction
Taxin, ducks I'm waxin
I'm Ced Gee, and true to five maxin
Attackin, smackin em serious
Into a coma, and more furious
With anger, I treat
bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man
But when that's over then I'm the first in line
bids
It's about time to start another, robbing spree 
Cause yo, my way is highway, robbery, chump 
When I was up north, since 16 I was sending niggas
[E-40]
Elite alloy candy coated custom paint
Verizon wireless phone
Jacob watch with interchangeable bands and five time zones
Tryin to holla
the squad's cappin', I'm in the mix 
And i'd rather be touched by twelve, than laid by six 
My kind, on the front line still standin 

Mr. Billy Danze,
In two 16's  ladies let me show you what I mean 
I ripin' ya back at full steam 
Besteen to the ones who want to lay the law 
Maybe one ya'll want
I can kick my feet up and sit down my gun
Just gimme one line, one role, complete with one lick
And one motion, collect it all from 1-6
This
Whole keys, half keys for 10 5
Four in a half for 16 25
(Baby) 
I'm straight fronting my coke nigga uptown
No disrespect I don't sell to niggas downtown
Big Freeze
What's up young Cuzz? Where you from? The Town
Where's at? On the East/Side, 10-5 by the Jordan Downs
Twist to my camp, come to my hood and
I
your love life/
Stun like blunt strikes from a swung pipe someone was hiding from sight/
And exceed speeds of fire in gunfights.

V3 (16)
And you
room to breathe 
Surrounded by murderous felons  drinks and bags of weed 
I swing at ya and get fly with the M-I 
I'm automatic trample in your static
cracher une Kalash
Grigri autours d'la taille, ton Marabout il s'fou d'ta gueule
On t'allume tu bé-tom par terre, parole de Desert Eagle
7-5, Paname,
ask a nigga what that G like
I remember playing curve ball, and soccer
They got most of my homies chained up, in 5-by-7 lockers
The days ain't