Lyrics:
gotta go, the DJ's callin' you to the stage
Gon' 'head baby, do your thin'
Honey complexion
Body of a goddess
22s on the Lexus, named Alexis
By
Today I killed, he was just a boy
Eight before him, I knew them all
In the fields, a dying oath
I'd kill them all to save my own
Cut me free,
Down with King James so everybody knew us
Who that wanna do us? - GOOSE!!
The first motherfucker done went loose
Catch him on the roof, got my news from
my kids I leave your gift bag empty
Riff raff plenty, yeah that's what ya'll do
I got two Tec9's should I text or call you?
Mothafucka I kill all
hurricane, hurricane)
(Little sister, kill 'em)
So you better be warned
Don't be fooled by the eye of the storm
'Cause when you least expect
I'ma creep
to my heart like
A flame and it hurts
Ignored it at first but
Now I think it's something I must address
The right spot to get this
Thing off of my chest
Aye, aye look, look
Catch me by 10 months i'm walking
In this bitch with a million
Bout 10 cuban links
Its gone be hard for you to blink
Cuz imma be
Lately I got 10 g's let's go have some fun and kill
That's that fire that makes them dope fiends tweek
And when you run out don't hesitate to beak
You
(nowhere) anywhere they can go
And trouble may come in sometime you get pulled
Over by one time and when its 1999 the one didn't even make any stride
first with your master plan in reverse
I ain't the one with the curse, so disperse, yes, catching blades
Niggas catching AIDS, niggas getting sprayed,
[Bizzy Bone]
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
[Krayzie Bone]
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
Yeah cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga it's Young Mula
First Lady ugh, yo, yo
Let us begin with a bad lil' specimen
Balenciagas,
Star Tech Motorola
(What up)
Bally silks (Ugh) , Kangol tilts (Kill it)
Stand straight when the boss talkin
Hush your lips mob-affiliated contract hit's
kill at witnesses
Bury the hatchet
Matter of fact bury the casket
Kill niggas bury the ratchet
Pick it back up if I have to
I used to bump niggas
to my own
Don't have to keep my
Eyes on your rhinestones
Take yo' watch and kill you
If the time wrong, so pop off
We gon' kill a watch dog 'til the
Top
I be hangin in Harlem and
My shit is for real here
If you battle L you picked the wrong head
I smash mics like cornbread
You can't kill me I was born
hotline
YO we got some callers, son
Let's pick up the first caller, the first caller
Hello, my psychic hotline
We got the first caller
[Hell Razah]
a curse without takin' their wrath
Watch out for the seas of hatred and sin
Or all us people forget what we've been
Our only hope's your victory
Kill that
eyes shed blood, almost everyday
The key to my dreams, was taken away
My hopes got crushed like ash & clay
By a witch, time to make her pay
Now let's
blood, almost everyday
The key to my dreams, was taken away
My hopes got crushed like ash & clay
By a witch , time to make her pay
Now let's begin with
Everything here is here for today and gone by tomorrow
What them niggas gone do, when they coming for you
Strict business here, keep it tween me
Intro-
Scarface would be, Scarface would be
Scarface would be rollin’ in his grave
Hook-
First you get the money then you get the power then you get
Seen em tryna put me down after all I done for em
Ever been let down by those you wanna die for em
Lost a lot of things that should have held tight
That was the first track I heard by you at sixteen
It was frightening but somewhat inviting that one else could explain my rain without seeing what I've
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