Lyrics:
Shots fired, officer down, shots fired officer down, got his ass
Trust Raccoon, uhhh 2021
Aww yeah, T-R-U-S-T
T-R-U-S-T
Comin in like
Damn near lost
(Man, I am ready
Are y'all ready to get down?
Boy, I cannot wait to blow my horn in here tonight)
[ Mos Def, (Ces) ]
Ha
Geah
Shit is real
(Hardcore
a twist
Sage mode Uzumaki
Storing chakra in the wrist
Never will I stress
About the label that you on
Talkin' down my music
Shows you listened to my songs
gotta go see what that pussy about
She lemme fuck first link, he talkin about he had to fly her out
An I be beatin up my pockets while you niggas stuck in
It's Henny, finna turn the city up with this one, let go
Ayy, bitch, it's Big Henny, I'm savin' da Pennie's, So I can stack up by my mama and Richie
the hell?
And here come Mr. Billcollector beatin down our door for dough
Mama say when they come knockin
y'all don't say nothin (shhh) get on the floor
shit baby, Fendi furs
I ain't tight with the chips girl
I'm down to splurge
If it's ice you like I'll light up your life (ooh)
VS2 Clarity alright
I
James DeBarge]
Ev'ryday I gotta watch these suckas roll by, keep an eye on they
Started spotted (?) I don't know why
Turned my back on an awesome party,
niggaz the rough
Fuckin' with us, that get you motherfuckers touched
Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports Rally
Beatin' up the block
And he's gotta pitbull dog
And it's sitting on my chin like a frog on a log
I throw a bone to try to distract
'cause I'm wanting my chinny-chin-chin back
I ride down ya street you can hear me in ya den
Shakin niggas walls when I put it past 10
G-shit, I ain't even gotta rap in 'em
I like to play tha
now
Give lil' Rod a bag I bet he come back with like 4 thou'
You come through my hood, it's a dead end, you better slow down
Spin yo block in purple
raised different black elite
Beatin' down your block with the bass kickin'
Highway to hell with the tank empty
Niggas faces never was pain stricken
Even
you right
Man: Right
Salt: Word up, I want to see you, what's up
Man: I'm ok, I'm chillin'
What we gon' do
By yourself
Salt: Yeah
Man: What you up
from
Beatin down yo block the yungstars knockin down yo mama door
Y'all got fish to fry
I got whales to bake
I got scales to weigh
I'm evening my
gear is the world premiere, ox yeah, now I'm dickin down Heather Locklear
Rubber glock in the glove box, Benz drop yeah
Hit the mall in Long Island, they
had stole your bike
I wanna take control tonight
Let me calm down all those big ass dreams
The block aint big as it seems
Tell your grandma not worry
The Goods'
Now I'm walking down the block, half human half monster
Stronger, full moon's rise I go bonkers
I'm popular in Hell like The Lox in Yonkers
And Alexander's by himself, I'll let him tell it
I hadn't slept in a week
I was weak, I was awake
You've never seen a bastard orphan more in need of a break
And my niggas on the block, got one income
That's from breakin boulders down to rocks
But we were all born to be dead
Why you wanna wear a vest when
thru yo brain
We got too many blicks just to not let em bang
I could blow down they block with this stick like I'm aang
We be them niggas who tote all
his face crushin his flows
You a disgrace, one to the dome
Up in his place robbin his home
Be takin it all I'll be down to ride
dallas is bound to rise
gettin' caught by my pops blowin' haze.
..smokin' blunts from my younger through my older days,
nothin' goes to waste,
not a day was smashed,
there was doe
takin' a beatin'
You're sure to see the Pink Panther speakin'
[Q-Tip]
I'm a native New Yorker, I pitch a lot of porker
When I get my ride, I be
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