Lyrics:
believe it
Took my dawg from me and now I can't go see him
Been five months and I feel like I'm still grieving
I mix the hen with the crown now I'm leaning
reason
Gave him a two piece with a biscuit, laid him out
Oh shit, it was that nigga Parrish Smith!
parts with his parts out, and
Then he just laid his shit down
And it was great by then went to
'Ye house, played it for him, he
Was like, 'cool' wayne
dealin' with the deal
Fuckin' with the motherfukers
Homie this is real michael Mann, camera pan
Glimpse into the life that I live
It's just rap but it's
Interfere with us
We probably riding round
With a lot a gas
You know that
We bumpin
Our shit
Go home w a bad bitch
Not catfish
Like these niggas
Out here
(Stribb on the beat)
Yeah, this bitch gon' get bit with the fangs (fangs)
She say I got too many chains (I got too many chains)
Once you cross
Borderline psycho
Let's call him Michael, Mike's 26
Mike plays with Tyco
He rides a blue bicycle, with a 3rd wheel it’s a tricycle
5 g's for keys, he
and romance
So many lives have been written up in Vromans
You gotta write your script with your own hands
Hey Dena
Dena everybody tryna steal your sunshine
A great and wondrous sign appeared in heaven
A woman clothed with the sun
With the moon under her feet
And a crown of twelve stars on her head
the CoCo
I ain't fucking with the po-po, I'm just fucking with the purists, who's realest?
Eight years independent, three cheers to the pen-smith
of kings
And queens wearing crowns and holiday scepters, facing Mecca, making
Records, raiding biblio-techas, I sip nectars with gods in
Argentina'
In the Argentine he died
Father Fahey by his side
'57 was the year his country mourned him
A hero of the nation
He's remembered with elation
Expansive six-room mansion taken by the government
Making Manson moves big guns I'm loving it
Suckers hit I'm dubbin it
Clubber lang clubbing it
the music became by us
The situation required the almighty formula
So I’m mixing numbers with letters now it’s looking like algebra
Do the maths I got it
So don't bullshit kid with smack
Or you go down. Pow Pow
So light it up and give kid crown
Coz kid through heavy
He's a headie, He's the one
Youngers
Travellin' the planet walkin' on so many stages
Made me realize dimensions gettin' jumped through one a daily
He's an alien, Eddie Arkadian
In love with
him on the side hit him in the gut
With they fists and a spike now plus a club
And as they hit him w/ the fisticuffs
The look up in his eyes well it
the wonder, and I was stunned by his lips
Taking sips of an Amaretto sour with a twist
Shook my hips to the bass line, this joker grabbed my waistline
Putting
got hella range
I've been down with T. Lue since he was wearing braids
Here comes the fast break, just get out the man's way
It's lead by Lebron
BROKEN CROWN BROKEN GROUND
OFF WITH THEIR HEADS
APPROACHING THE TARGET DAY
TAKING REVENGE THE WARRIOR’S WAY
IF THE HUNTER CANNOT BE SEEN
HOW MANY ENEMIES
with me,
Let's go run it up,
In the 5, with S.L.O.W.
Won't run low on the bud,
If he do, quick time,
He phoning the plug,
In this life of sin, we're
come for di crown)
Believe, believe
(Nah)
Okay (kyuh), Lamborghini Mercy, your chick she so thirsty
I'm in that two seat Lambo' with your girl, she
where the Lord is waiting
To give the soldier his crown
Many years in the trenches
He has spent with comrades
Many have died along the way
Many have
I'm on a mash with case, so I can't procrastinate
There's so many lives in state, lord I'm always gonna take
My fate keep guessin, Smith and Wesson
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