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Hit a nigga dead in the chest, like Saquon with the stiff arm
Damn, I'm thinkin' drive bys (yeah, yeah), yeah
Walk ups, run downs, kick doors and lay
flashy, I'll use any old ride
Drive, drive, drive, drive
Hop in the whip and peel away, stay alive
Cars slide by with the booming system
Like New York
on the parkways
Rich man, poor man, either way American
Shoved into the lost and found
The no-nukes yell "we're gonna all go to hell"
With the next big meltdown
of valor, for the
entrance to this cave is guarded by a creature so foul, so cruel
that no man yet has fought with it and lived! Bones of four fifty
men lie
(where they at?)
Pussy boy, you don't get no rep off doin' drive-by's (facts)
Ace from the west, how he clicked up with the east side? (How?)
He ain't
heads crawlin, too many creeps (crouchin)
And when I slide by, I glide by
Easy, pa, this ain't no drive-by
So relax the lines in your face
Ease your hands
confused ain't you?
You suppose to be
Till you surrender you can call me the anomaly
Through Christ I'm alive as a dead man
Dead man
Listen to a dead man
We don't wanna hear no love music
Told her play sum I can trap to
I'm on the parkway and I'm jamming Gucci
I got a 4way in a Wal-Mart bag
I made 10
bled from all of the pain
They left me for dead, I might need a med, I should've just fled, now I got stains yeah
I resurrected like Lazarus right by
(Uh, uh)
I'm in competition with the opposition 'til they dead
I don't fall asleep on pussy niggas, pistol by the bed
My lil' nigga retarded, he give
and even than war.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest.
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest.
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!
scared, no fake shit (Uh-uh)
Grew up sellin' yay from my basement (what?)
Then we moved to Parkway, it was gated (damn, damn)
I'm like, "Damn, where we
to self reliance, so when it gets hard I just start praying
I don't even fold my hands
I just cross my chest and start the day by sparking a half 8th in
under the pit
So it's musty and the pistol sittin' comfy
I put my right hand up to God
My first drive-by was on the
Two pegs of a honkey
We was teenagers,
All the little kiddies love the dead body man
I drive through my neighborhood ringing my bell
Some people run cause they don't like the smell
Others
Welcome to the show man I just had to
I just had to get some things off my chest off my brain you feel me?
While I'm cruisin' on the parkway right
One shot, in an early morning drive-by
That one shot silenced everybody's lifeline
Shooter gets locked away, we say bye-bye
Dead body, just
that night falls but never
Breaks and day breaks but never falls?
In what other language do people drive on
The parkway and park on the driveway?
Ship by
Wake up everyday count up these dead's
I can't get yo bitch up out my bed
If you don't like it say it with yo chest
But I know you won't so bitch
Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court
(Man fuck
Inspired by the violent Arab Spring
I nearly died once in a wrecked Porsche 911
But in the land of the dead, the dying man is king
You're looking for
Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five)
I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive)
Everything is hazy and I can't see
to the e-way
Or drive to Eastlake park by way of first avenue
Keep straight or go right
I chose to go straight
Go down by the lake
No traffic in sight
No cars
insisted on drivin'
When we said no
Nah guys, y'know? I can drive myself home, man
That ain't gonna be no problem
I drive better when I feel nice (are
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