Lyrics:
don pass kelebe 1
The matter don pass kelebe 2
The matter don pass kelebe 3
Me I don pass kele before
Omo Flako
Give them as e mad oh
Am on the jam
So
like 2live crew (Woah)
I be tryna take niggas with me but gotta BM coupe (Skrtt)
Once it's up nigga, then it's stuck nigga (Yuh)
That go for you, you,
[2Pac/Makaveli Speaking]
Yo 'Law!
Is it cool if a nigga just get fucked up for this one?
(Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep)
I'm
Since a little kid, wished to be fly (yeah, yeah)
Here's what I did, start to get high
It's hard where I live, just to get by (But I'm a dreamer, I'ma
that ain't easy to do
Yeah, I'm still rolling with these demons like I roll with a crew
But I'm still cruising real slow
while jammin' Mr. 3-2
I'm
TakeitBackv2
Like Frederick Douglass
It's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker
I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this
after all
You left your dog too
For a quick buck
You cut a throat through
I guess it was luck
You cut your throat too
You said we was homies
You know what
beasts we got steel heats we cock em shits and buck em to sleep blah
Watching YouTube
You think its all fun
Nah Its real slumbs
Nah its real guns
Watching
Insanity
[Amidst my] Reality
[I'm inside] The gallery
[Don't live by] The salary
[This is my] Insanity
[Amidst my] Reality
[I'm inside] The gallery
wildin' like insane asylum on Rikers Island
Verbal assassin, I murder freestylin'
One two for the gun crew, three drinking Cristal n
I play the side cause
hot, turn into Fort Knox (bitch know)
It's Ice Cube comin' straight from the gutter
Westcoast Don, you fags undastata (?)
[Jayo] (verse two) {:59}
ron artest
Trapping niggas, picking wrong artist
Drums on SK’s, gotta strong arm ‘em
Whole crew strapped, pull em all on ‘em
Sound like fireworks, drop
on instrumental
Records, hey, so I can write monumental
Methods, I'm not the king but niggas is decaf
I stick 'em for the CREAM
Check it, just how deep can
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, n****s is paid - that's just how it is
When my time is up, I'm a be out, but I'm a try to live
buck wild off the drank like steve austin
I got sidney with me in the back and i swear he dont talk to much
But if he move bet he white chalk em
I got
2 do
You came to get this ass whooping that was so sweet of you
beat a crew 2 death take you deep in the tunnel and buck
if you were smart you would
body rock
Well so far you've heard my voice but I brought two friends along,
And the next on the mic is my man Hank,
C'mon, Hank, sing that song!
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
Grab her right there by the big toe
Money green like Sheigo
Ego big like tree folds
Yeah I'm lookin for the key hole
See em' right there through
now I just need myself & a blunt in a Range Rover
Windows down
Buck you
Spin it with my left
Hit the gas with the kreps
Triple threat
Please don't
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel
he looks out a window without glass
The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet
his father beats
Before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
That’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2
Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint
get out my way coz fuck it I'm going
Im making my own moves all that in silence
I'm all in my own groove just minding my business
I live by my own
The Escrow crew - just ran by
the petro man select don't know who the check go to
[Chorus: Royce]
Round here here.. round here, round here
Round here they
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