Lyrics:
dungeon, and summon up the second comin'
People started runnin', aliens with hair like Rastafarians
Captured, placed inside of aquariums, studied by
I done sacrificed a lot
Goddamn you forgot
Had struggle comin' up
Now we all in
I was workin' at the shop
Kickflippin' down the block
Handcuffed by
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
niggas in every cell
From my block to the world, gave the glock to my girl
Don't mix the kids with the biz'
Baby, the industry's hell worth it
Oh, I
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
a decapitated head
When the rest of his body's still alive runnin'?
Comin' with five gunmen, waitin' to do a drive-by
So when you see the black 500 (what?)
Goin' shot for shot
We was fuckin' it up
Goin' block for block
He was smokin' my mans
Now his ass got
But it's back to the basic
Opps so fast on they feet
the back
As he had it loaded and wrapped, and they call him, I'm comin' back
Took a loss but on the next one I'll make it back on the tax, nigga
I got it
put the ash out
He pulled a 38 I pulled a mac out
Had that boy runnin' call a track scout
Had him runnin' so I blew his back down
This a 45 it make them
on me like IT, quick like Ali
Bruce Lee Roy, choppin' nine keys
Prepare for the bullshit, I'm ducked off sippin' on a chai tea
Spillin' weed crumbs
bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world
The way
Wearin' Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree (that's real shit)
Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it
When you a dope boy,
Hellbent
It started simple but this tangled web you weave/
Will leave you strangled with a cello string tango with the Elohim/
When the bellow
the L, I'm in my jail cell
It feel like a movie, I'm gettin' so woozy from the stale smell
Bailin', breathin' Hell's air
My first day here I had to get
the jails are my cell block hustlers
And most cops just wanna knock hustlers 'cuz they not hustlers
This for my real homies
We done been through it all but we
the jails are my cell block hustlers
And most cops just want to knock hustlers 'cause they not hustlers
This for my real homies
We done been through it all
for 'Rarri
Not sorry, I'm glad what the streets done taught me
See, I made it out that cell block, grew from out that concrete
Still inside of them
the name alive, come on!
Nine millimeter, sinister match
A villain is back
Shine, Prime Minister Blac
We comin' through the back
I'm spinnin' a block, B
I'm
cash from hoes like a sorority
Oh yeah they comin' for your life
I'm comin' for your life
It's bonded, I'm livin' out of spite
You ain't bleed then it
Bad bitch with motion noted
I'm coming right now
Shit I hold it down
We the rich niggas now
On the way right now
Broke niggas ain't allowed
If he
Øriginals)
Everybody love me like my fuckin name is Spydee
It feel like a movie wrote by Michael Bay and Spike Lee
But know if i do it that im finna do it
come,
get the greenery,
rush to the bank collect yo doe,
make sho you got yo bucks in yo hand, 'cause the man,
(be comin around the mountian when he
Juice, son?)
I bought toast and got life (you remember Juice?)
General Emanuel, cell block, cold crop
Got bagged up, weed, by cream cop
Fuck the world
it untucked
Like bruce lee wit his nunchucks when he bout to get to swingin em
My flow is a vehicle that I'm fillin up wit premium
Top of the line
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