Lyrics:
my slimmie to get with this
Move your head and shoulders from side to side
Take your back foot, and then you let it slide
Yo, in a fade motion, lots
is how their sleep
Beef is gonna be but with me your just dead meat (Yeah)
Trust me it's bad for ya (Yeah) kinda like red meat (meat)
Playing with me
is how their sleep
Beef is gonna be but with me your just dead meat (Yeah)
Trust me it's bad for ya (Yeah) kinda like red meat (meat)
Playing with me
coming back
She was
She was something I'll never forget
I don't really miss her though
Now she's gone and never coming back
[Blaze Ya Dead Homie]
She was
West side
West side
West side
She gon' be there
For the boy
Legs spread, head and some other things
She gon' be there
For the boy
Now you got a ring,
dumb because where we was at
Was the other side and more than likely
The other side really didn't like that
Didn't have no burner so if they shot
Us we
the greatest
[Chorus:]
They all are so far behind
You can't duplicate one of a kind
Follow our lead into the spiral (Ahead of our time) [x3]
[Blaze Ya Dead
up
I chose B, stepped into the streets
The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat
They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete
job done
(Blaze)
My socks are moving, ain't worried what others doing
Make my own path to the top, and it won't stop
I'm a grown man doing what a grown
Normally angel's
By my side
Lately demons
Been the substitute
Destroyin my peace
Sleepless nights
How much
More can take
Wat don't kill ya
Make ya
and the city on my back
Grindin', you know where you can find me dead
President's homie cash, rule everything around me
I came from the bottom
by you
Sweet nothins' in ya ear ya only gettin' lied to
I'm too good that's why ya' homie gettin' left ova'
Life is a bitch tell me why it got you bent
Man, don't you know that I'm loco?
I was chillin' right around my way
21st, east side of the Beach
This motherfucker ran up on me
Talkin' shit
he'll be dead by fo'
so homie don't slip
or you could be him
no speakin' on the phone cause them Feds get tips
don't get caught slippin'
cause it might be
inquire from a few niggas
'cause bitch, I done shit on quite a few and quieted a few niggas
Get a grip, dead four-fifth in the hip
Slip, never picture me
but homie you ain't even searchin
Switchin on ya homies and you touching on they girls bet
When you get yo ass beat you deserved it
Word this track is
whip we bump, homie, stand up
We back on the block, get your hands up
You're dazed up and baked up
One little hit from the kush, you're spaced out
a new one and she falls in line
Blow some fucking haze
And I blow some fumes
And I sip the henny never sipping wine
By my side I keep the semi
Semi auto
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
Shoutout to the Wutang, DJ turn me
Up a lil bit homie
Yea oh ya'll done figure out who
It is by now right? haha
It's me young buck bitches what it do
out from that little one room and kitchen youve got. Its owned by my good friends in Cayman National Bank, so we have already moved out your stuff,
Alright
It's been a crazy ass year
From bad relationships
Lost a good homie to some bullshit
But still gunna conquer still I'm gunna endure
Make sure
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
I throw my set rounds, I been at ups and downs
Anybody plays about it, my lady has sounds
Homie from the Nawf side, and I'm all about mine
Money
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