Lyrics:
You ain't no kin of mine
Y'all stop running up on me with
Them damn written rhymes
It's Big Tigger in the booth on B-E T
It's so incredible how I flow
Me and the mandem no worry but livin here la vida loca Ligota
Ziomal opaskę na nogach tu nosił by nie musieć w pierdlu kiblować
A drugi się kurwa
the return
I'm on a spiritual high, smoke that lyrical lime
My cutties keep vanilla shit in the sky
Even if it's laced, I roll piff to get by
The burner
you (smile)
Body on fleek, got me ready to beat
Benz on E, gotta run up the street
You can pack a bag 'cause you comin' with me, for real
Quit
better at night
When the city's illuminated by neon lights
When the cars cruise by in slow motion
Like we're in a movie a timeout from the struggles in
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
Excuse me, can you help me, straighten out my head
I got a new friend by the name of Mr. Z
Well what's wrong with that, don't you like what you see?
nothin' blood, 'cause we livin' in a world that's ran by thugs
I said we livin in a world that's ran by thugs
And they quick to peel ya, kill ya, still they
on the other side
Where loc'd out Crip who gives a fuck about Bloods, ??
She strollin' through my homies and my Crip swing
Kickin' out the Snoop fool 'cause it's
the side where they made me
Can't see me 'til they pay me
Can't see me, on baby!
All my life been amazing
That's just how mama raised me
I came up heavy in
a goner
Ike abi you warn am?
Say if e try ISIS wey go haunt am
Me I no dey biz I drink my sprite with some vodka
Blow on some taba while I chill by nshorna
thought you was a ride or die
Huh, I guess that that was just another lie
If only you could stay another night
I'll maybe see you in another life, cos
I was
(Oh, it wasn't produced by RJ?
Throw the beat away)
Yeah, listen, bitch, yeah
Bro stacking
Throwing gang signs quicker than Itachi
Pouring cups
runnin'
Like they suppose to
That’s the wild style, got the
Got the wild style
Punk motherfucker, never come close to
Life's a bitch and then you die
That’s
And a ski mask
Snatch a clown out his E class
For thinking life is a Dreamcast
For you, it's life or death
Me, I'm working the speed bag
For every shell
love somebody
Make you hold somebody
Tell em say you never letting go
Say me need no reason
Gyal mi gat you for life ah
And every season
Mi need you by
追い風利用して今日と闘え
ALL THA SOLDIERS
BETTER BELIEVE IN YOURSELF
DON'T LET THA
TIME OF YOUR LIFE PASS BY
EVERYBODY MOVE
CAN YOU GET A LITTLE SOMETHIN'
GOT TO DO
SO
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
E'd up
A Black Girl Lost, she need Jesus.
Bi-sexual, livin' life on the brink
Newark niggas used to come-through spikin' 'er drink.
Puttin' drugs in
reading this
The myth is real - let's eat
General Robert E. Lee
Freed his slaves before Grant freed his
Brian Willson's legs
Severed by a train
The crew
fuck you up, young buck
Bust you in your head, leave your body by the dump truck
Revolution got me pumped up
But it's still a fact black people still
a car?
She swam by me, she got a cramp
He ran by me, got my suit damp
I saved her life, she nearly drowned
He showed off, splashing around
Summer
television it's all right 'cause there's a new cure penicillin. 1932 fun I got a radio my worlds upside down gonna cruise into the sun
1934 life's such a bore
eat more ca**ie and conrows
I told her next time, let the p**** get it drippin
B****, puts some dick in your life, now quit trippin (Haha!)
She
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