Lyrics:
at fraud, I think you on rookie level
Listen to these songs and learn some free methods, 'cause it's helpful
You keep on tryna swipe, but it ain't go
labeled a misfit
Everyday sucks dick, even Christmas
Don't play this song for the Christians
Crucify my words and image
Can't get past the line
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
name and you might get shot.
'It's Ninelives mutha' fucka' 'till I drop.
When the guns go off they pop.
We leave your body outlined in chalk.
If you
Like you got a missile, boy, you know this'll
Be fun, I put my hand up on my gun
He tried to cut me on run, huh - but yo, I'm not the one
Flexin up
Honeys' with bodies
With Bravehearts guns in the party
Waves, braids, baldies
Trademarks to army
Is that Horse it must be
I heard he husky
Yeah, there
put you in a song and you become a part of history.
To all my real niggas:don?t let the ghetto take you under.
If you travel the streets,make
to the preacher cause the preacher lied
I asked for salvation and I was denied
Listen up everybody this is Darryl's song
I'm tryin to figure out what's right
Bellin
Strolling with a limp
Sagging hard
Mainly done by L.A street niggas
Bellin
Is not just a casual stroll
But a way of life
A movement
gave you the gun
Then tell Chuck Berry how I rate your song
To mess with the best reach inside your purses
Put that money on the men with live verses
Top
dividends
Though the life we live gets strenuous
And we gettin' it how me and my niggas
We outrang hustlas, thug by nature
It's all about paper, fuck
up
Do this for the ones on the ave
Eatin' Chinese takeout
We all included
Even if you feel you exclusive
Evil doers and seducers
All seen by
I don't need your grievin'
I don't need your song
I just want to know there is a place where I belong
Chorus (x2)
Come in like the rain
Fuel me once
it
08, now I'm back in an apartment
But my passion wasn't phased by the hardship I kept goin
I booked more shows, I made more songs
And I even brought
now we tied
Ima go by myself nigga don't need a ride
Crush him in his temple he can't use his mind
Ion feel right taking what's not mine
But your soul
of pills and I'm probably gonna swallow em all
Then go and write me a song
I'll probably do this until I am gone
Leave me alone, let me be in my zone
Fuck
The best of them were honest and committed suicide
This song is for the few back then who knew their blame
Today I'd wish their grandsons would do the same
Before I went out and got to it, let's get into it
I really fuck with the music
But money I'm also pursuing
I been influenced by the real hitters that told
a blast off
Here we go again, I'ma spin back like Team Rocket
That's what you gon' need, not them lil' guns stashed in your pockets
Sons OF Sparta dropping,
Like you finna die by the gun
Man, you smell like corn chips, This got me weak, man, I'm done
You see how I'm switchin' the flow on 'em, I keep goin',
my enemies, I just treat em like my fucking peers
Cuz in the streets I know it's gonna be giving cheers
Know if you run it we gone gun it like
done
This shit got so fucked up I'm kissing my gun
I would say goodbye but I'll leave you this song
a classic
Fags get put inside a casket, cliques get blasted
by them niggaz tatted with dragons
[Chorus]
I'm try'na live one time shine (why can't a nigga
I wanna say
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
And by the time I get to you, I'd probably start an argument
(M-M-M-Murda)
Like fuck it, I walked here, tears
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