Lyrics:
and wars that this life gave us
Can I kick it? Yes you can!
Drop a bomb on they ass
Son of man, son of man
Can I kick it? Yes you can!
Drop a bomb
Enemy bomb has been planted!
Headin' over to dispatch wait for backup-
Bang shit!
Damnit! We got a camper on the bomb-
Bang bang
Hey guys, consider
riding with firearms cocked
Fire bomb box, set up by your mom's block
Go off on time, 'cause it's wired by alarm clock
I get his legs, you grab him by
we gon' do it) we're gonna stand by
This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your hand
Spin it
in her
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even
in her
And I can see us after school, we'd bomb
On the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even
to take your place
'Cause each and every time you touch the spray paint can
Michelangelo's soul controls your hand
Then serenades of blue and red
a choice to do our own thing
Writing songs and always hustlin'
Who got the bomb was the discussion
And when you bring it to us, betta have that strong
eleven touch you
Where the twelve-gauge at
When I was thirteen
Had fourteen grams and eight jacks
Turned fifteen
Started spitting sixteens of straight
See I was, born in sewage, born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit, I kept arms
38 longs inside
me Sonic
Illegal by twelve, but I can still cop it
Came from the back, thought I had no options
Hop in a coupe, now your girl's poppin'
Breaking
Call it the triathalon
Just keep your eyes on the guy
Look like he got a bomb
I’m motivated more by haters than my lovers
Cuz if they tryna kill me then
Luxurious bomb and devilish
Would've sold my soul to cop a better bitch
Death do us part fly forever shit
By any means for the team now indefinite
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
Get the fuck outta here with
we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em
Suppress the revolution of premeditated scheme
Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens
Got a law for raw
Lyrically can't touch us
And these girls they wanna fuck us
We some dapper mother fuckers
Yea We In Here
Mentally can't touch us
Got a 100 pack of rubbers
we gon' do it) we're gonna stand by
This one's for North Carolina, come on and raise up
Take your shirt off, twist it 'round your hand
Spin it
it's up there
Said it's up there
Said it's up there
How he kill it every time, yeah that's unfair
Niggas talking outta line, but that's unclear
Said it's
But don't sleep, y'all niggas quick to shoot you
Now there's another motherfucker with no future
But Time Bomb much smoother when I maneuver, dope like
See I was, born in sewage
Born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit
I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's
it'll take em years to bite it
Which the greatest fears I don't write it it just appears outta no where like da
Information contain by the phycic like it
he can’t touch this
No more walking away with injustice Even that man with the hammer he can’t touch this
Bless to the people ain’t here they among us
the Midas touch
Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff
On the phone I heard 'Ye smacked the shit outta a kid
Now Jimmy got life, go smack him again
the Midas touch
Sometimes it's hard as hell not to touch stuff
On the phone I heard 'Ye smacked the shit outta a kid
Now Jimmy got life, go smack him again
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