Lyrics:
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
holes in the ozone
It's teenage overpopulation
Teenage overpopulation, teenage overpopulation
Teenage overpopulation, teenage overpopulation
Teenage
in my drink
I will pop you like a bean a shout out to Jim Bean
Chilling with Jim Bean sipping on Jim Bean
Got cash turning hard niggas into beanie bags
Head five miles down to the river
Done a lot of fishin a little bit of kissin
Or skinny dippin at old Blue Hole
Where else would I ever wanna go
Five
Peace
Until then I'm packin' my Smith & Wesson
It's the young rebel
Born, raised to live in the ghetto
On some other shit aPG out on another level
I miss the old days too
Meet me by the river baby I got something to show you These catfish, they've got magic powers
Manhattan still had her towers
endin' in my series of warnin'
You flex with me tonight, playa, you dead by the mornin'
Bun Beater, the best ever breathin' or deceased
From the South
the revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be televised
The revolution will not be brought
To you by Xerox
In 4 parts without commercial
beamin' on that gravel spot when no ones up
My glove box got Beam by the fifth, blunt look big like AO Smith
Mossy Oak drenched on my Range, 'cause I'm
Let's go to paradise, to the swimming hole
Grab a cold beer, something to roll
Get an inner tube, float down a river
Don't be a taker, you gotta be
of armor
I'm tryi,' to pop a hole in your Yankee cap, absorb me
The skies over your head ain't safe no more
And Hip Hop ain't your home
And if it is then
head was full of rage, he went right down to the river there
And he brought upon us pestilence as he rubbed mud in his hair
Well, Jesus shuffled
Far, far away,
beyond all sorts of countries,
seas, and rivers, there stood a splendid realm.
There lived a woodcutter named Arjun,
in a small hut,
Honey don't go to the river
Where the big kids play
and they yell and they drink all night
Stay by my side
Baby don't go into the meadow
'Cus
this ain't the squash beef state
You thinkin' make up, we thinkin' Lark Voorhies face
The twin Eagle'll air his coupe, might as well ride by in
Just walk, can't find the River Run
Just talk, tell me how you really are
What carved this canyon, can't seem to pin it
I dig this hole, and I can't
I grew up by a river
Down stream from a tannery
Sometimes the smell was so bad
You did your best not to breathe
And with my best friend, Slim
There's a hole in his heart
On a cold day in June
Feeling empty and dark
As he walks on the moon
She's a princess by day and a victim by night
Crow Jane Crow Jane
Crow Jane
Horrors in her head
That her tongue dare not name
She lives alone by the river
The rolling rivers of pain
Crow Jane
u act up u get put in a backwood
Shid I’m smokin on oppers from damn near by halsted get turned to pack roll em back up
I’m sick of this shit fifth
And watch the shore by the rising tide now the whole world can see me
When they get foul that's when my style gets wild
I hang a man in front of a crowd
requiems
Dreaming on an astral plane, slick thought in fragments
Word smith, Ozymandias cater the
Blast radius, radiant sword tongue gleam
Under
a swollen and the rivers are a swellin'
And you cannot find a hole in which to hide 'cept one you fell in
And that muddy old man river tries to take you for
the bullshit by the ton
I say move, you better run
Diesel tar up in my lungs
(Shut up Kai, you talk too much)
Ain't no M and M, I'm fuckin' nuts
Snow- on Tha
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