Lyrics:
Or be swallowed by the road
Lord don't let the devil take my soul yea
Let it be clear I want the phantom to steer
I want some VVS stones flooding
(Never, never, never, never)
Played out the ARP, this a M16
Got the pint at ten, drank it all by 10:16
That's a line a minute
When cuddy step into that
Still lame dat Still that lame
Yo new kid up on the block
Baby girl I got no game
Im just a lame
Who want to make you holler my name
You met while you
[Chorus: x4]
From the South
I got the diamonds in my mouth
Hold up a minute I'm the king of the ghetto
Holdin the rap game like wood grain
the news
A lil' girl got killed, while she was 'sleep in her room
And she ain't deserve to die, cause that's a kid dog
Them niggaz took the life, that she
blessed by the L-O,
Say hello to my big partner,
Yo with this heavy metal,
I'm a rock ya,
I tell yo fuckin' block, bring your guns,
Ya bring your
the trillest
Call game jay bilas, may hate but they feel us
See the change in the niggas
Getting faker by the minute
So im reppin' every second
Still steppin wit
sleep
Since my debt was gone I had to make a song for my enemies to repeat
This fourth and long when my steppers on, when the game is on I don't speak
My
Treating you rappers like chess tryna take em out the game
The lord blessed me with a gift that I will never take for granted
It took me by surprise like I
not why I gave you my new number, you stupid bitch
Delete and block you
I don't have to, but I want to
I'm just trimming the fat
Haters drowning in
usta bully kids in playgrounds like all the time
we always seen holdin' hands to the principal's office
the naughtiest in town and could no other kid
usta bully kids in playgrounds like all the time
we always seen holdin' hands to the principal's office
the naughtiest in town and could no other kid
their game, and we the pawns
Get it together for the youth and beyond
This shit crazy, seeing mothers have to burry they babies
Seeing kids die before
gifted
I can fuck up da game with no songs, just snippets
Copycat rappers, they gonna mimic
I get money by da minute
Lord knows dat da bullshit come with
(Fire)
267 so alive, all of us we grind cause the dream never died
Try to block it out what I see online
Cause shorty so real said my pants so fine
dividends to settle
Yeah, we take it outside, duke it out With both fists, bad sins, and violence
Until the sun settles Quite strange, a new day, we become
just purchased a new heater
I wanna buy mansions with cars and home theaters
I used to re rock but now I whip it sweeter
On the block, east and west,
and give the groupies to my chauffer
New tour dates, take the money, put out more tapes
And call it foreplay, ready for the war games
Sew it up and then FUCK
it's April Fools
I put a couple drills up on the breaking news
It's a chess game
You touch my pawn and imma make a move
You square niggas steady playin'
can, if you tune in, you just might hear
I'm jus a kid, living carefree
Sitting barely hyperactive, never been in chairs, we
Flying by like Jordan in
spliff
Smash the brakes and hit a drift
Whip be screaming call it kit
The game is over call it kid
They ain't never seen this shit
The way I make a song
roof
Got a couple screws loose
I’m a little coo coo
End up in the news soon
Show up to your crib
While your kid
Is watching blues clues
I’ve been on my
Gang! You already know what the fuck it is man, NLMB
150 Roc Block shit man
You know no niggas fucking with us man
I tried to tell niggas man, it's
the game with a half a brick
But I ain't tellin' lil' kids to go that route
But it's on TV everyday like they don't know that route
And lil' girls bein'
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