Lyrics:
And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember
When it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years
Twenty years from now,
might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back
This culture came from
And what it's really all about
I got you, my nigga, yo, ayo
Count to ten and then come in shootin'
Fuck peace, Silverback the new
vicious
Fate assures me by New Year
It's back to business
Frank Whittle sounds familiar
But I'm sure it's just coincidence
Here upon the fright before
version of his old whip.
During the flight, he could see other beasts carrying other voyagers, all protected by the same structures. Out of the solar
to mention
Shoot five niggas, shoot ten
Shoot the piece, slip to your fiends
Seven, goddamn it, when it deal
A '64 for the honeys, straight ho for the G
Young
[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin,
to get buried in the dirt
But it is your day to get buried by a verse,
It'll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here,
Where he been, I been
Keep yo hands up out my pockets
Cause I'm shooting now
Got to keep niggas in check
Watch how I do it now
We don't live by rules
We shoot in
much time goes by, I'ma shoot my best shot and see if it goes through
Extend my arm, flick my wrist and release with perfect form
Then the predator goes
knew that from the jump
Whip out, shoot down at the ground, make em jump
Fuck it, shoot all at his chest and make him krump
I'm from the Central
time I do it makes me laugh
When did your eyes get so big?
Two years ago
We should have burned that wig!
No! I meant Photograph by Ed Sheeran!
Oh,
Watchin' out for rival gang members beefin'
Bad weather but it all boils down to
Who got the most paper
Chorus
Verse 3
(Mack 10
Watchin' out for rival gang members beefin'
Bad weather but it all boils down to
Who got the most paper
Chorus
Verse 3
(Mack 10
this music
The flow is so acoustic
The beat is so eclectic
Guitar riffs get it lit
Let this be effective
Like something you can step with
In fact yo we
you still strong
While you still wanna lift weights, while you still wanna shoot back
'Cause once you turn 30 it's like
They take the heart and soul out
too deep
I'm not gonna make it out, can you feel that heat? (aye)
[Verse 2]
Everything that passed by
Everything that felt right
Deep connections that
The Plastic but got R.I.P before it
Hopped out like a samurai, swing that metal like a sword
Ten millimeter bullets look like mini asteroids
Why y'all
around
But it still ain't came back for black folks
Niggas get ten years out chere for selling dope
Look it's funny how they used to look up to JT
Now
The Game told you what the play was
So it don't matter what you say, cuz
Say Blood, these niggas livin' what they die by
You out here playin' while these
two glocks two ars two tech nines
I'm a shoot it up
Drako on my lap and under the seat I drive around
Too comfortable
Found out the hard way on what
with him?
I'm sure she did it out of spite, it was her decision at birth
Shit, she probably was hurt, ah, poor baby
Two young people with different
record, I've been way too sick
Niggas still asking bout office links
Too many crips stay by my ends
Shame it's the niggas I grew up with
And I ain't mean
no matter what it was we were side-by-side.
You know the type you see getting it in a
photo booth, matching shirts, flea market, photo shoots
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