Lyrics:
Bully and the Killah with no Face
My mac bullets burn like tequila with no chase
My knife work like the guillotine sword
Cut niggas, stop frontin' for my
All by myself
I don't need no
Nobody else
I'm stuck in my comfort
I don't need no
Nobody help
Nikkas asking for a walk through
A walk through that
pass no gandalf
Like the sand bird
Throwing motherfuckers back off
I don’t need a ghostwriter
I don’t talk to Casper
Top of my whip cut off no hacksaw
his mind
That shit cut me deep but he gave me the knife I needed to cut them ties
Didn't wanna listen when I told you once
Maybe you'll listen for
your hood and I be right there
I blew my horn cause I don't knock
The only thing that's on my mind is fucking this bitch and putting her ass out
But
the halls
In the jit days
Those are not missed days
I was wack as fuck and had a bowl cut in the fifth grade
Now I'm surrounded by people that don't make up
all say that they're real, I know that most aren't
Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart?
Come with me to another
and Mitch, followin my cousin Murdoch
All the brothers were real, goin for what they feel
By the way, peace to my man Sha and Big Neal
Now in
high
It's like a battle knife to a gun fight
But I be cool that's the story of my life
When I gotta get ready for work i be low
Cause after bills my
don't seem to mean much;
Of anyone we've used more that most.
Feelings from the heart that have been distorted and mocked,
Thrown around in
Okay... Yeah
Like I said
Top Dog
One, two, to the three
And we always come back for more
Kenny wears a low fade
Danny wears no fade
I wear the high
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
in all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd cruise
and all the old queens
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
of the great white way
Accepted by Manhattan's elite
In all the places that were chic
No party was complete without George
Along the boulevards he'd
Supras to Guiseppes
They told me to talk my shit I can't help it when they tempt me
I aint doin no more hand outs, sick and tired of lending
See my bank
about it, looking for it, sex by yourself, sex with a partner, sex with multiple partners... No more summer nights that seem to go on forever... Roller
be low, then I be high
It's like a battle knife to a gun fight
No need to worry, this the story of my life
I was high when the label
Said that I was
stay with a strap
And no one killin' no Kenny
Getting me riled, bringin' up Kyle
If they want him killed they should send me
They know I spend that shit
you're still looking for
But still one thing I told you
Remains for sure
You'll never
Never find another man
That'll ever
Love you more
So yeah
I cut my
I don't wanna trap no more
I don't wanna trap no more
I don't wanna trap no more
I don't wanna trap no more
I don't wanna trap no more
I don't wanna
wanna play no games (Yessir)
I don’t wanna play no games (That’s right)
I don’t wanna play no games (That’s right)
I don’t wanna play no games (Saht ek
money solved by myself
You didn’t see me that’s somebody else
Swear to god they don’t wanna sell
Nigga sold me a pipe
Ima take that bitch for one night
Music over this. Cut back to presenter.
Presenter We'll be showing you more of that photograph
Later in the programme...unless we hear from Charles
I don't want to live in my head no more
Dying deep inside, rotting to the core
I've become so numb, everything is sore
Im so done with life I just
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