Lyrics:
come blow your mic-hand off, sorry I touched him
Here they come again through customs
Mad ways to dead the wax one way to bust him
Chorus:
If
fo row
Down the chain iced out belt buckle, aaa
And I'm still on the grind
I own ten watches
But I'm neva on time
I show up late
'Cause I blow up
I'm gifted like a light in the spot
I can't even keep count of so many clouds, they just keep on passin me by
(Layzie) Bizzy when it comes to smokin
Across the creek
Through the hollow
You've gotta fly like there's no tomorrow
There ain't no way to lose
But if you don't try
It'll pass you by
It's
You took me by surprise
When you turn and look me in my eyes
Boy you really blow my mind
I don't know what's gotten into me
But, God, I think I
a hoe, so my gun gotta blow
Farewell, I'll see your pussy ass down in hell
Next day post bail, bitch I'm back up out of jail
They can't keep me in a cell,
the swivel seats good shift and flow
Underneath the hood gotta fo'54
Plus the brain blowed out so I can blow out my dro
Chrome pipes roarin' like lion in
real, I'ma show 'em the definition
Reputation of a asshole by nature, the truth is what niggaz missing
I'm gon expose some niggaz out here what the deal,
peeps, to blend
And try to befriend, to get up, underneath the skin
My long wind'll blow ya head piece degrees
Murder One Team, Barcelini Noodle had
fo row
Down the chain iced out belt buckle, aaa
And I'm still on the grind
I own ten watches
But I'm neva on time
I show up late
'Cause I blow up
Cross the lands of ice and snow
Follow where the four winds blow
Search the skies and all
That lies beneath
Walk the sun burnt desert plains
featuring Big Punisher KRS One
[KRS One] Ha ha. Never fear. KRS!
Verse one: KRS One
I'd rather have a hundred thousand true heads by me
Than
the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party
[Chorus:
(that's right)
Hypnotised by the Eihthype thugs
Want beach blonde muthafuckas in nappy-head dreads
No stress take the boo-yaa bomb instead
And I'm
creepin' through your hood
Every other night loaded with my fuckin' gat
Just hopin' that I see you
To blow a hole in your ass so big that I can peep through
intention was to blow the next brain out
I had it cocked before I got to the door
Who da why da and why the fuck they doin' this for
Them niggas
should know
The deeper that we go, the more my feelings show
Time passes by just like good things come and go
So light the candles babe, and I'll
barbecues, enjoying Sunday afternoons
Hippies in the parks all trippin' off shrooms
No drive bys its all about drive-ins
Hittin' skins in the back
saw the sun shining so bright
Never saw things going so right
Noticing the days hurrying by
When you're in love, my how they fly
Blue days
All
I'll be your shelter, yeah
When the wind blows, lover, we'll be together
When the storms they rise, well I'll be right here by your side
And I'll
I smoke, you blow
My imagination takes control
Both eyes are closed
But I'm blinded by the lights
I take my time though
I don't wanna waste
helped 'em in the past
I gotta ask y'all a honest question:
I mean, I'm beyond honored by this warm reception
But since you got respect and an obvious
Aye
Look into my eyes, tell me what do you see?
I see wrist bust-down nigga, twenty on each
That's a big back baby come and fling it on me
Rosé by
nigga yeah I'm cashing out
Ain't promoting shit, you gotta pay ain't no handouts
No cap I'm bout to blow like any fucking day now
My bars hitting
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