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By carving them into our skin
You had your chance now it's our turn
Strike a match say a prayer and let it
Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn
We're
creative endeavors made all things and hold all together
So that kick and snare that jerks your spine
Is cause God made noise work by design
So it's
and I bet your dog ass don't get fucked up (up) I need a hotgirl 'bout whateva to come home wit me (me) I brought a club over everybody goin home, we gon'
your ho be in my DM
She want me to take her out
Ain't cuff no ho, cut that out
Take her back home, all in her mouth
I can't believe it, wanna know why?
I
promise he'll be home in no time
Let's get to that betterment
Can't fuck with settling
Koufi niggas ain't no brim on what these rappers riddling
Niggas
dat you need yours
Shit ain't all good but tha hood still got my back
And believe dat I got my strap (Get 'Em Buck!!)
I don't wanna hear bout tha shit
this, you can count on me
To come through, when the home team down by three
I'm gon' shoot, and even if a nigga did miss
I bet you next quarter I'll be
a demo
Admit you been on my tip for years and just can't seem to let go
Go, go call your mother, tell her you want to battle KRS quick
I bet the minute
pockets to capacity
Anything that takes cash, fuck job huntin
Put on a face mask kid, I'm out to rob sum'in
If you home or not, I put the chrome to your
Am I livin' the way that my momma want for me
Goin' through a rough time is what she really hates to see
But when I do me, she's as proud as any
light, tinted up
Peoples out to get you
IRS need every buck
If your team fall
Tell me who gon hear the call
When your team fall
Who gon be there
Let's rise above this shit get out the struggle
Cause that's your comfort zone I take the long way home
Till paranoia gone got too much on my dome I gotta
the homelessness[02:11.59]Takes me back to the streets of Manhattan[02:13.54]Can't imagine what it's like to call your home a bridge[02:15.23]But I gotta admit[02:16.05]When you'd
said so i know i got the mag
I pull up pull out spray hollows at your dad
I dont give a fuck
Its goin down like that
I done been through every hood
dead
My eye for your eye, that's what the pages read
By any means necessary, that's what Malcolm said
So I'ma a roll like a 20 inch mo-mo
Fuck a lot
That ya name made time to make room
Year 22' the only plan now left is to bloom
And its our season N'
Shoutout to Tray
I know you on your Cali time
Goin
Used to serve it by the zip
Now it’s by the P
Phone buzzin so damn much
I can barely speak
Cause all this mother fuckin Money Got me so damn geeked
together, it's goin smoothly
Everybody play your hoods and your masks
Try not to blast, get caught, and that's your ass
The five of us took a oath and swore
passin' niggas around like a game of ball
This is my third felony plus my third strike
Man I ain't goin' home I got 25 to life.
Qu new york, you try
(yeah)
What you know 'bout hittin' the club, all them bitches fucked (yeah)
Soon as I came home, I called Smurk, gave me a hundred bucks
Think I'm
on him, by the sleeve
With a white T, gold wrist, whip tied up on his feet
See my people grinding, got'em caught up in the greed
Make'em buck wild
On this
My Block Hot Your Shit Warm Out There!
So We Goin Out There, Set Up Shot
And Get It On Out There
I'm On Point Like A Thorn Out Here!
Come To Philly,
hittin' niggas
Nigga want some smoke, we get rid of niggas
Niggas die, roll em up
Niggas die, pick em up
Your hoe sucked it backwards, upside down
Nigga,
countin up 'fore I open my lids
Ain't hear what you said
I'm gettin bucks while you get your rest
Yes
Smokin' loud this ain't gas
Really smell the best
This
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