Lyrics:
together
Put Sergio in that leaf
We totin them glocks together
And of course we got that beam
We lied to our pops together
Told 'em we was getting sum eat
We
and look where we at
the bottom, simple as that
I'm bringing it back to the fore-front
like Luke in the 2 Live Crew days
he's the one that's got these mami's
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
rue
Know I'm just talking ain't no rant
Don't get the two confused
I live my life just like a plant
Stayed silent when I grew
Go head and make yo move
hit 'em
That nigga dead
He gon' take his crew with 'em
I put three-five in the aluminum
All white tracksuit like I'm
Sick in the head
I'm sippin’
just a hand full
In a land of gangstas
Players, replacements, priests, banjos
We scramble
To break MCs that may appreciate it
Guided by their envy
will start goin my way.
You wanna get knuck at me, well I'll get buck on you and get right back to my music after I beat your crew. You try to get
every song man you wack (you wack)
I don't give a fuck got the semi tucked
Two time like Giannis imma Milwaukee Buck (ayy)
Like my name was Conor I got
a fat Lex'
Puff rhymin' on the remix, what's next?
It hurts so bad, I wanna smack 'em
My favorite crew members break up
Turn around and join whack
the mannnn
You only live once so hit the blunts till you kick the bucketttt
I present my dick to my chick so that she can suck ittttttt
Making ducketts with
dope though
Prob'bly gonna get intoxicated by these flows bro
Droppin' bombs on the competition
It's a low blow
Steady kickin' it the instrumental been
(Oh-oh, oh)
(Yeah, yeah
(Oh-oh, oh) oh-whoa, yeah
(Oh-oh, oh)
(CZ Beats, why you do 'em that?)
Brand new 4-5 with the RIP (RIP)
In the trap
cube
But i'm smoking bags, like my name is snoop
And i'm smoking fags, punching darts like my hands are glued
I just a scammed a dude, 50 bucks for two
been your head
Now what if that there victim was me?
Gettin robbed by these niggas that we
used to be
Id be muthafuckin dead!
Chorus
Verse 2:
You know
showed the path to lead us home.
D Dmaj7 Bm
Let go and live. Death leads to life.
Em
right, get it right, spit it right
[DMX]
Moves is made, niggas 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
be like me, He'll never be like me
Cause I'm a P-IM-P
I got 1 Up on you, So bitch fuck your crew
I got the flower power, Fire ball
Bust you in two
I
chere
And y'all wants me to be forgiving out chere
I'm supposed to live by Christian ideas
But being homophobic could kill your career
So I switched
Hustling by the building
Just stacking the money up to the ceilin'
Ain't no penicillin finna hit 'em
When I'm dealing with em ask Yung Berg
Where we go
x2]
This life of mine
Were only time on my side till I die
Gettin' high,
waste of time
Livin' blind by the light
Gettin' by
The best way I
With an architectural design by TraxNYC, believe it
I'd ask to rock it, but I might fall
And by the way, how much of a ball was Live at Carnegie Hall?
Stick em out, knock em out
Let you know what I'm all about
Silencer with the rap
San Diego on the map
Stick em all, kill em all
guaranteed to buck em all
Pre>(struck by lightning)
She wants so many things (g. parker)
Capo 2
Intro: em / d/ a/ d (3 times)
G d a d
She wants so many things you can't
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
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