Lyrics:
WALTER:
Calm yourself, young Nathan. As always, there’s a spot up here on my lap just for you. And it’s getting cold! Brrrr!
NATHAN:
Oh, boy!
UNCLE
takin' shit
Now you can say I'm on some hatin' shit
But them facts, I'm not just sayin' shit
Biggie really sold crack and fucked mad hoes
Did Faith Evans
it's like out there
I mean, uh, gross, look
She's just so, black
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl
fuckin’try to stop by Young niggas profit
Bet I pull up with a vest and a tech nine
Another black boy down scratch the fucking docket
Wonder why a nigga
to sink my fuckin' battleship
Turnin' on his flashers callin' up the dogs
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats,
stop now, no, we can't afford, no
War is where the young and stupid are tricked by the old and bitter into killing eachother
I was very young and very
(If you know then we know, NatsGotTracks)
Different sweets is a Pick 'n' Mix
Let's see what fits (M1OnTheBeat)
Amiri rips, got the wap on show
getting clutch
(Phew) unky spot a fiend, whip it up
And then he fix her up (Phew, phew)
You ain't got the heart, go
'head, pull the trigger, punk
Dog Shit
Now weaken when Prince Poetry commence speakin
Side by side I rock with the Pharoahe
Watch you decomposin MC's, and look there's only a shadow
Too late,
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
the hero got turned to a villain
Now I see why that lifestyle look so damn appealing
You gone learn one thing about me bitch I stand on my business
I want us
to all those nurses and doctors
Who daily provide women with a choice
Who stand down a threat the size of Oklahoma City
Just to listen to a young
(African Indigo)
Tryna stay out of the streets
You know how it be
A Nigga been caught in the mix
Mama been tripping and shit
We'll meet by the gate
a hoot!
Is that my baby? Can't be, boy
You look so grown grandma, I'm twenty
Still so young, y'all grow up so fast
I guess, now I'm 'bout to get some
watch like a boulder
Now I'm colder than a frozen you
You don't know where we're going
So just hold the news i never got over fake
Rappers
hood's where it's good, homeboy, I thought you knew"
So in the process to show the hood my best
No time to react, caught two in the chest
Now look
the lobby floor
I sign by the X, and get them O's
Tha-that's a kiss
People that just don't give a fuck
Tha-tha-tha-that's my niche, woo
My niggas rolling
My slime lookin' at you like candy
(My slimes)
Off White just look a lil' sandy (Off White)
Yeah, we gon' live it up (Hood Babies)
Yeah, we gon' live
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
and jackin' marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have peace someday, G
But right now I got my mind set up
Lookin' down the barrel of my
observers, whew! I just got away wit' murder
Yo, you ain't got to front for me, my gun pop too
Nigga pop me? Nigga pop you
Yo, don't shorty right there look
my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is living to this day?
I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They
shake, just mix up
Pour it up right, it'll be a slow night
If you had a little cough, this'll knock us out the park
Softball slow pitch, knock it out
shake, just mix up
Pour it up right, it'll be a slow night
If you had a little cough, this'll knock us out the park
Softball slow pitch, knock it out
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