Lyrics:
houses with the chandelier
Me and my crew, mad cans of beer
It's copin', live vibe, still eyes open, it's clear
Presidential suites at The Tangier
of nigga that gon’ meet you where your momma at (OKAY)
(Verse 2)
You and your crew ain’t real
Bust a shot, bet you ain’t gon’ kill
They betrayed
to play on the radio?
Who lives the lyrics, all my real niggas already know
Flow for flow, no crew can step to us
And blow for blow, I'm pretty sure that
from, still gotta pack a gun
Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' til the early
come from, still gotta pack a gun
'Case some young motherf***ers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' 'til
Nightwatch, pad mark
Sparks spin a quake nuclear blast, heavy on the cash
Gimmie what it takes NOW!!
Chorus [U-God] 2x
RAGE ROCK ROLL FIGHT
BRAWL FALL
29, seconds to chat this Rhyme
Other MC's, wait in line
How old am i 21,
I got 21 seconds till my vocals done
2 multiplied by 10, plus 1
Romeo done.
till the ceiling falls
sampson on his tracks
we'll be seein y'all
its the end of the line
boogie with your kind
may i remind you of the crew from time
straight with the aim
Take two puffs when I walk by the bay
One of the greats they'll be calling my name
Yeah I show love but I grew with the pain
In my zone
One two, one two
For the Mental Street crew y'all
Somethin' like this, y'all
Yeah, yeah, well check it out
Life to the MC
Life twists
the snakes, nigga
'Cause the police love to break a nigga
Send 'em upstate 'cause they straight up hate the niggas
So what I do is get a crew of zoo niggas
alone and don't know who is who
But it's just like you, it's just like me, it's simply, it's 1 and 2
It's just like 3, don't try to cuff it, let it
want to be my man)
(I wish this nigga make his mind up)
Can't live my life, tell you why
(All my niggas man we gonna have be 21 bout this shit you
superstars
Extra-large players like kareem abdul jabbar
Word to god, pun, my crew won't give a fuck who you are
We do our job like we part of the mob, shoot up
PcRT OF YOURS
(Words & Music by Gabriel Crenshaw, 2022)
VERSE 1-
clways some extenuating circumstances
Before you know it I panic
cll because I've
submit to any other emcee
Be a duel to the death either him or me
And as I verbalise to my DJ's cut
If we kill a wack crew or two so what
We just rock
my crew tight enough (ah)
Give me the time, I'm writin' up (uh, yeah)
It stands out on the highway
Like a creature from another time
Hold me by
don't like it you can get the fuck out
Cause under my roof, you live by my rules
Son i make you want to bounce
Sage Francis makes you wanna bounce
Joey
The cops passed by, but he stayed calm
Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself,
now I spit them so dope it's time ruin they lives
Cause back then they was saying I'm whack till I killed one track
Then I came back with the fucking
'Cos I've never had a sidewinder tape pack
Now I'm the bad man on the track
'Cos I never had a studio back in the day
Now I pick up the mic and spray
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your fate
on the Eastside between 2nd and 1st
And you pull up on the stunt
And she dressed as a nurse
And you tell her all the things
You mighta hit in a verse
And surprisin
music pretty comical prolly why they’re looking at you funny
Simply tracking back on all of your tracks well its ego supported by money
Run run running,
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