Lyrics:
And I ride a wild buck through the streets of Brooklyn
We travel and we roam, we're an American band
Where I lay my head's my home with my american man
I
kill your all ass Slob, you better get my shit back
I bust your ass my muthafuckin' ?? nigga"
[AWOL]
By now you should know that this is the be -K,
According to them
Say I can't marry
Live in sin or repent
When divorce by straight couples
Are up fifty percent
And all the Jesus freaks
Thinkin' I'm gonna'
gettin famous
Found the owner in the back of the store, left brainless
The stainless was found, in the sewer three blocks down
The DE's flashed his
on the flow
But this hot sixteen will put them back on they mattress
By faith I shine with no Diddy
I don't move Yayo for the Buck I'm no Fifty
I don't need
the baddest nigga, no doubt
From West to the South, back to ya house
Nigga in an out quickly, stick ye for ya whole fifty (Whaaa???)
Nigga, I'm on bitches,
reach
You energized by the streets
If coming for my crown give you a surge
Than you end up identified by your teeth, sheesh
You boys ain't no where
"Motherly Love”
Lima Ft. Niza X
Prelude (By Hanifah George)
She’s the behind the scenes worker, underpaid in thank yous,
Winning in spaces she’s
But know that we grow stronger in the face of threats and danger.
We remain resolute in our position.
Won’t be scared by petulant babies.
Trying
and the streets do
Only cry when homies die and their knees bent
Yeah hit 50 for the beef grab
Yeah, you know G rolling weed stem
No you cant get smoked out
tragedies, probably why he act like this
But back to the shit at hand, rap 'til you get advanced
Homes got a different plan with five hunnid fifty grams
dro, I think I'm 'bout to overdose
Trunk ain't bumpin' and jumpin', it got the holy ghost
Bricks by the fifty, ten, nah, shawty, forty more
Trap time,
to the sky
For all my niggas who 'ceased
Street legend worldwide, really am who I be
That's why I'm good in every section
Where they chuck up the B
I hit
Pussy rap, dental damn beaver trap
That thrill is gone, I'm here to bring the fever back
To the streets, pumping out the big whips
Torpedo rhymes
dro, I think I'm 'bout to overdose
Trunk ain't bumpin' and jumpin', it got the holy ghost
Bricks by the fifty, ten, nah, shawty, forty more
Trap time,
everything you own ain't everything you are
This is the third trip in the back of your car filled with memories flashing by like liquid sky
Like electric
name is
(Bad Azz is a fool)
[Verse 1]
I'm a product of the block
selling crumbs off this fifty dollar rock
and my house is the dope spot
on the couch
What Al Capone got
'Til they on the street leaking with
They back of their dome shot
Like that Teflon don shit you Zac Efron
Get stepped on by this fat
on my feet, a pound of Runtz, Dior runners (woo)
My whole 'fit cost about ten bands
All together 60 racks, I got 50 in my pants
I, looked up to Payroll
no gimmick (no motherfuckin' gimmick)
This ain't no paid advertisement
This real shit, real street shit
Real shit you niggas can't even touch (yeah)
wanna see me take no lives
Play with the funk, open up your trunk see who survives
I'm servin' the murder by the pound, a hundred and fifty rounds
I was born of nineteen fifty nine
That'll be the day rock'n'roll died
Far away on a dark and stormy night
Brought into the new decade
The sixties
leanin' to the left, gold dadens on them thang
I'm the MJG, pimp tight
Put it to the floor, 5-0 swang a right
In a pina, butta, guts is a must
Drivin'
at sixteen she ran away
fifty dollars in her pocket and nowhere to stay
Now she's out on the streets were the pimps feed
And the dealers fined the pray
So now
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