Lyrics:
on the light we can't move forward
Listen for it
Watch me hit the block man I done came down
On the mic Moving like a wave in surround by sound
The system
contents ..
John: no. I don't think so because...
Questioner: hitler could have been voted by the french, for instance.
John: every nation will have
trip, get pistol-whipped
By a psycho maniac sick in his head
want to be a gangster, now he's dead
His brother took over, ain't no sweat
Bought a new
account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes)
I went from fillin' out kites
To puttin' an M on my block
New Gucci sweater is drip
out of hits
They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough
All that talkin' I feed off of - keep it up
I'm relaxin' my feet
out of hits
They don't want to turn they speakers up they claim I ain't deep enough
All that talkin' I feed off of - keep it up
I'm relaxin' my feet
don't matter, let it spiral
Vile, sit and watch my idols turn to rivals
Niggas ride my wave, till they see this shit is tidal
Been busy stacking titles;
I'm never stressing out
Uptight hoes getting stretched out
That's just how it goes
I don't make the rules
But I don't break the code
I break bread
Down Gotta new crib With no neighbors now
I stuffed a Drum in this Bitch It Hold 80 Rounds Niggas they Know i don't Play Around
Don't fuck wit the opps
a dick?
Well, I had that same problem
Until my bitch went out and bought N.W.A's new book entitled
"The Art of Sucking Dick"
Lesson 1, first you grab
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes
Take it back out to taxing them roads
When I was hugging it, niggas couldn't do nothing with it
Straight
Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes
Take it back out to taxing them roads
When I was hugging it, niggas couldn't do nothing with it
Straight
To Strange (Who thought)
Start By Text she always see me Flex (Always)
Baby girl she said it from Chest
Mini mini mini Pop
Ma Block is hot
I don't give no fuck
My nigga Game
I remember when I first met the nigga!
Nigga hella-flamed up, flagging and all that
Nigga told me he come through Cedar Block
Out there
ass home
When I hit the block, watch them scatter like roaches
So don't be fake, 'cause I know what a hoe is
Handle my business, no playin' 'cause I'm
calicos
Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro'
Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough
Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes
It's
turn it up
You wont hear a thang, know you won't
You too busy sleepin, won't wake up
You can't deny it
The kid pull the four out a little quicker
012 the block
I am with the dawgs
Be careful where you bark
Cap City my block
We smell blood, we calling the sharks, aye
PTA my block, nigga don't
on a case-by-case basis like the judge
What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin' to plot
Or these niggaz on the block who want the queen (Nigga please)
But even she
(Go right in now you know)
The ghetto chancellor (yeah)
Candle lights the block, my Goose from Canada
Twenty-four karat Lazarus, portable camera
she tried to out me
In Barnes & Nobles new release section she's confessin'
Now the streets guessin' the beefin' started over some woman
Couldn't be
He did dirt in the dark of night
But the darkness always comes to the light
As the world turns bright
The sun shines but she hates her life
They say
nigga show his ass out in public
I got the whole block bumpin
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood gone love it
You ain't gotta like it 'cause the hood
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