Lyrics:
I hit them bitches back to back day by day with it baby leaking. Yeah leave a stain with it. Aye yea i keep dat for five on me aye I'm that thug I'm
street violence or by gunshots); (10) “In the line of crimes, taking vital signs” (meaning: streets fights and drug wars); (11) “We're the bigger targets,
lies, to our children
Telling lies, to our babies
Only truth, can take us...
Verse 2:
I don't want no computer chip in my arm
I don't want to die by
to make a new password
I hold her by the neck
Just like a fender Stratocaster
Killing bitches left and right
It's like an open casket
Change my name cause I
bitch better cover your shit like a cat
When you spit that weak rap your crew is litter and you'll get
Lynched by the retardead lunatic schizophrentic
a lighter
Man need no powder to kindle fire
Man need no rifle to aim higher
Ask yourself and never forget answers
Arts instead of drugs
Words instead
rappers named after different drugs and sex positions
That they did with other men like they was fuckin' desperate bitches
Lil's get pumped by some
best goods every hood show love... best Rico best bud best friends love drugs... its really make believe but U swear U achieve.. all them devious deeds
thookkiyaalum, kaaryangal Sushantham, ayy
Industry drug mafia, overshadowed by nepotism
Rape cheyth kollappetta kuttiye kathikkana police'um
Achan coat'ooriya
in the game
And all I'm seeing is imposters
Meeting with the angel
Meeting with the monster
Dead by the blade or dead by the chopper
Baby you belong
Look at the flick of my whip
Toni took off wit ya bitch
You don't want war with the kid
I'll make you dissolve in the mix
You niggas be dead in
presidential
Going up like missile
At war with my heart like civil yeah
Better not get attached just keep it simple yeah
She wanted me, open up like hat like
the thugs obey us
Bust a slug to save us
Straight missle, pulse gristle, snapper crime
Poppin tops off of Anaheims, tropic refined
Extorton air time,
at war, whole family behind bars
And they wonder why we scarred, thirteen lookin' hard
Sister had a baby as an adolescent, where was God?
Somewhere in
four-by-four truck
I'm a gangsta' can't you tell it
Got drugs all on me, can't you smell it
Hop over the fence with nothing but weapons
But what they don't know
murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be 's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma
was
At so I had to trap
I used to traffic drugs like CVS before GPS
Plus was stuck in my ways
(Waze) before I had the app
I'm from uptown
But now in
Yeah, you know I'm in the cut
Chink born in America
Chink born in America
Chink born in America
I been fightin' in the Cold War
'Cause I-'cause I
weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it
Girl what's up with you and I?
I just want you by my side
I gave her my heart, but our heads went to war
When she gives me head, she deserves an award
I
ah one party
And we ah seh
"Cashh, we ago war dem boy yah enuh
walk gwaan, Cashief walk gwaan!"
An yuh just walk gwaan and walk past the boy dem
I'll follow your lead yeah, tell no lies, walk in Love, sow good seeds yeah
Im ready for war
Im ready for war
Im ready for war yeah
NO MATTER
weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it
on gettin' chest in instantly
Missile flies, followed by explosion
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