Lyrics:
costra nostra
We movin through your hood like we supposed ta, flexin'
Lex and Diamonds hold the settlement
So keep the bust the gun Boo
Like that bad
The youth is alive again
Ain't no backin out of this
The truth is to loud to miss
I promise I would die for this
I caught em by surprise again
They
everybody running out
Hearing people scream and shout ("OH MY GOD HE'S GOT A GUN!!")
'Cause they run their mouth,
they throwing this tongue about like
What makes you sail so nigh?
I'm a rich merchant bound for fair London town,
London Town, London Town
Will you please for to let me pass by?
Oh no!
must be crazy, nigga
Onе song for my deluxe is all I need to do
These puppies barkin'
They done bit off more than they can chew
My album just dropped
I'm
bricks
Don't call me by my government, call me Masta
My music meant for all the trappers and bastards
Trying to find out their place in the world like
We have been stripped
From the earth
Bathed in the flame of poverty
Those who cant endure
Are cast into the waste
We starve upon the slag
While
want by a kick to open the gates
Lets make a fire without trees
I don’t have enough space For collecting my dreams
‘Cause many of them are pure violence
Fucking with the mobbsters out in Q.B
Nigga you get hung for that shit that your mouth speak
Bitch ass nigga
Just pray for me (when I'm out in
So fuck a prime minister
I no go shock if nnpc open mouth
Tell us forty k for forty litres
If i had a chance i’ll decapitate these niggas
And still
A married man? you're out of your head
Sleepless nights, on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty-one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for
and priests for the "Opening of the Mouth" ceremony. This was all extremely expensive. Even a wealthy person in ancient Egypt would spend a lifetime saving
Oh you came with tight jeans and a white tee ole fitted ass n****
Run yo mouth to these hoes n**** got told on ole silly ass n****
Flip a nic
to die by it, but really living by the sword (Yeah)
And my mouth ain't cashing shit, that my actions can not afford (Huh)
They pissed me off I felt it's
4:44am, feds flock to the front yard again
Guns to the heads of my friends,
That was me back then, in 010
Only been waiting for something to take me
On the firing line lock, one round load
Ready on the right? Ready on the left?
Ready on the firing line? Watch for your targets
Yeah, yeah, pay
(no doubt)
I'm out in the trap with gold in my mouth (ha-ha)
They book me for the clubs and the hood (yeah)
When niggas scared to go, but Sheek Louch
man, Franchise want in
[Verse 1]
I love niggaz who talk drama till the gun is stuck in they face
Screaming for they mama,
left with three in
man? you're out of your head
Sleepless nights, on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty-one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for fun.
frozen wrists, or Cris',
guns'll bust when wind blows
My fist could knock holes though nigga
Wittier shit, gritty as hell, pretty as fuck
Dirty
grown this fetish for loose ladies and baby mommas
Some say it's bad karma, what you do, man, it come back on ya
Music got us up off them crack
color purple
I'm up in here feeling like Celie (ooh)
Nappy ass dreads, what's that you say?
Watch your mouth, Milli Vanilli (ooh)
You can get snaked,
by piece
Where are the bodies
For dinner?
I want my food!
What if you were
Starving to death and
They only food you had
Was me - what would
down now
By the end of the song
You know what I’m on
Who’s gonna be there for you when you’re gone
This life is short I know that it’s not that long
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