Lyrics:
knock
Made a stop on the way at the wrong beach
Taking your nigga to visit the Palm Beach
From a rookie to zombie, demons be eaters
How the fuck you
Not even gonna try and pack the cape
No point of dressing for a masquerade
When I'm covered by a holy ghost now
This presence is profound
No I can't
zombie
We do not stop sleep til the mission is complete
Always had the bars just been picking the wrong beat
Flipping it on me, I Still have dreams of my
stop
All my niggas in the boogiewoogie and ya wont stop
we gonna set this shit New York style
Verse 1:
We don't throw gang signs in New York
We just be
soon
Same thing every day like we don't ever gotta dream
Stop do what you want, I know it's never been a thing
Married to the game but life it took away
To the kitchen whip it quick
Tony Montana
Red bandana on face
Whip it like chemists and shit
Pablo and Hector just got cross the border
Shellin 'em out by
don't stop"
*repeat x2*
"Now I'm gonna show you how the East Coast rocks"
"??? are jumpin out of shoes and socks"
Verse One: Dray, Books
Higgity-hey
precaution
I ain't never need a hood pass
I'm the one selling the good gas
Try to rob that's your ass
Pulling moves fuck a mask
Better tell me where stash
If
Straight to the top
Ain't nobody gon' stop us
Nigga tryna run up but thesе
Bullets they gon' drop 'em
Bеatbox, I spot a nigga I got em
I feel like Batman, I
Ain't gonna change what I'm feeling
Skrrt off, put the keys in
Cut you off for no reason
Never down bad, nah, I be eating
Shawty fast like a demon
moments I’m arrangin’
Now yo’ brains I’m inhailin'
And I’m dyin’ for a thriller night zombie invasion
Now who’s gonna, gonna, gonna get some
Of Red’s run
Real niggas don't stop pop pop
Put him in the mud nigga and your body rot
Top closing down on your caskets
Wanna make these bastards think we got mercy
in the booth, nigga, everything look dead
Benihana drive-by, leave a nigga head red
You don't got seven bands, you a fuckin' capper Nick
I'll kill your
that's so cute
Faith not my own, myself was my throne
Didn't understand it but never any groans
The days on a swing, can't stop it like ding
God I need you
I said I'm never living like this
Here we go, heat the knife
- Maybe end up dead
Notice, everyone's a little red
Could it be? Could it be?
Could it
And if you had a chance-ah
You wouldn't even stop denying,
Go talk to Anna Hand.
Go start the multiplyin'
Owwww
Blah!
Red
Green is like
And if you had a chance-ah
You wouldn't even stop denying,
Go talk to Anna Hand.
Go start the multiplyin'
Owwww
Blah!
Red
Green is like
And if you had a chance-ah
You wouldn't even stop denying,
Go talk to Anna Hand.
Go start the multiplyin'
Owwww
Blah!
Red
Green is like
lost three buckets
Fuck it, you keep dying, I'm into red diamonds
Rob me, bitch, I have your whole hood crying
Lighting candles on the street like,
I don't feel safe anymore
Sitting with my gun in my hand by myself cause I never feel safe anymore
I don't even pray anymore and I'm damned cause I
Katona,
No nice, 'cause I've run out of it,
Dumb it down a bit,
Ain't something I'm prepared to do,
Well I ain't never gonna run out of lip,
So here's
they guns from Arabs
With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the av.
Today cash, examples of the program
Lord Sun of Man, stop killing
never ends, no
More money, more money yet them greed never stop - it never stop
Work and them a work til them try reach the top
But then them hit
of death
Take a jet, black and red, mean what I said
Mean what I said, out to get that bread
Never gonna stop it till the day I'm dead
Foot on the gas even
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