Lyrics:
We'll get back to that
Here pass the grass
Right on a roll
I have class to catch, facts
Blood on a rose, gold
I'm on the road, goin'
Not stoppin' slow
Brought the homies and one apart of the big three
Next time y'all need thirty dropped come and get me
G
I had some dark days
Now i see sunny skies
I left
love never feels bad.
so i hit him in the brain bullet went through his hand.
get back in the ride got his blood on my cons.
now im a desperado hitting
gather all the pieces
So the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation
For the deceased...
Spray-on clothes and diamond jaws
Wrinkles smoothed by
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
York
Hawk is what them niggaz call me, 'cause they all be
Suckin' my dick and on my motherfuckin' balls, G
I know the half, so I laugh with 'em
A blood
of the way
Lived by the glass
And got a little ass
Three or four times a day
Well you can't take it with you
Its a one way ride
Baby's had enough
DIE FOR YOU
YO BLOOD IS RED
MY BLOOD IS RED
WE CAN WORK WIT THAT
THEN THATS WHAT IT IS
VERSE
EVERYDAY
P-T
EVERYTHING
3-B
1 MILE
2 MILE
3 MILE
E-Z
my pop when I was 14
Shot again at 20 will I
Shake these old dreams
Lord wake me up to holy water on my face and
3 blood drops dried on the side of my
or bitch
Who acting phony
B.B.L in my blood
Bonded by loyalty
I’m standing on that for life
They ain’t switching on me
In my glock I trust
I keep it on me
will Ride
Girl by your side till we die you Know the vibe girl I can't lie
If I See tear in your eyes then ima Cry
Girl pick up your phone cos i Don't
Three minutes my nigga, y'all know what it is
JUST BLAZE!
("No more fun and games!")
Gangsta gangsta, that's already evident
Nigga Witta Attitude,
In my mind
I’m the ally oh I,I,I
I got shit to do
You want me to love you
Like I love em
But fuck it
I don’t want to
Aye aye ally oh I
I got shit in
that we made it
By way of blood I'll go up when my souls taken
I diddy bop through these city blocks
Rest In Peace Pac. Rest In Peace Pops
As beat drops
yo hoe
And we livin' by that code and we die'n by that code
I ain't gone lie, I ain't even bouta play with blood
Hit em with the drac' cause that's my
and the Firstborn One
Glory to Him who loves us and released us from sin by His blood
He has made us a kingdom
Priests to God and His Father above
Jesus
So shall it
Friday night somewhere in Arizona
That tequila dad gum put me in a coma
It was one, two, three I don't remember four
But I done lost my keys and I
on Windrush, supporting a mar jays old man
Cold doubling eight kids, bare bills
Plus racists full of hatred in your own plant
Three jobs in a day (three jobs
ride
Killers with attitudes, but ready to die
Cause chickens get plucked, hoes get fucked
Turkeys get stuck, and niggas get cuffed
Ready for combat, my
Like father like son the Bible read
Three sixes brand the top of his head
Never heard, seen then too late,
Overkill, seals your fate!!!
Driven by
[Intro]
This goes out to all riders worldwide
Let that playa ass nigga Twista be your guide as we go on a ride
Where playa hatin killers and the hood
simpler
My niggas cold we ain’t giving up
Ride by the code we ain’t switchin up
Hot like a stove you ain’t touching me
He got the pole to keep company
to pull up i slide
Told her hop in my whip in my ride
I dont wanna waste no more time
Take her to the three that's my side
By the river them niggas my guys
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