Lyrics:
million in prison
Civil drug war, civil war
Boom.
The big drive-by. South Central
South/ Central America
The big drive-by. South Central
South/
three niggas gonna hear me flow and they bitches fiendin for my passion
World War that's what I would die for, my environment is hostile
You don't
in mad ways
Sportin' Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves
And no searchin' for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz
Mad tens with mad diamonds
Now
in mad ways
Sportin' Tommy Hil' with caves, three-sixty waves
And no searchin' for loose ends, now I flex 300 Benz
Mad tens with mad diamonds
Now
Yay Yeah
Tommy Lu Nahm' sayin
Mhmm
Yay Yeah
Like a pro baller I’m shooting a deep 3 then by halftime my nigga I dip
I just be stunting on fuckin foes
The truth hurts when it's all in the facts
Dizzy Wright nigga
Tell Lucifer kick his feet up
I'm 'bout to murder niggas
As soon as the smoke is re’d-up
High
Once you cross me, hoe
Now you a motherfucking stain to Lil Cut Throat (pow!)
Let the gun bang
Nuts hang, drug game ain't the same
"Savage," tatted
up a mic know I gotta be different
I'm digging they grave, put my opps in a swisher
Cop me a tommy I fuck with Hilfiger, voice got her wet I ain't even
Lifeboat
Teacher: Good morning, class!
Class: Good morning, Mrs. Aryan.
Teacher: Today we're going to play a game!
Class: Yeah!
Teacher:
of the police (I love myself)
Uh, illuminated by the hand of God, boy, don't seem shy (I love myself)
One day at a time, huh
They wanna say it's a war
in the costa
Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami
Cleanin my tommy, showin love to my army
Whenever the lox find rippy blocks, we kill em
Yeah I hear
smacked like Dee Barnes
And you get smacked like a
Baseball by B bonds i'm to the point
I could kill a nigga with three lines
Watch this with, three, lines
Tommy, this for Kelani
Luck & Lana Kill the Computer what up Ras?
Chino
(Y'all remember? Uh)
I remember when we used to go to seminars
Peddling our
the bar
My b's the door
Bout to take the game by storm
The one and only
Haters got nothing on me
I can feel the vibe
I see it in their eyes
They praying
caps, they on stare
While we rockin' it, I'll rock in it (rock in it)
Like the little ball inside the spray can
Providing three coats for both child,
in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on my
you better chill
Or getcha grill, piece, torn by the beast
You get the claws
Across your jaws
Hear the roars
Now we gonna lock the doors
Your trapped in
devil ...
Never will we settle
Surrounded by lames
Pedal to the medal
Still gunning for the fame
Don't know my name
Just a rookie in the game
For some
(want it all)
Unstoppable, we run the floor (run the floor)
You can't take none of this hardcore
(hardcore)
In the game we take you to war (war)
You ain't
And banished from the nation
Here it comes again: Discrimination!
And the world watching our reaction
To the 3rd World
Because the stakes are the Third World War
{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X)
[Kool Keith]
You got nine cars tons of champagne by the cases
Two thousand people killed
3lik metfatten
kil Piranha miette mankhalli
Ouenfoklek Amal
She's so pretty when she show up in time
S7i7 wa7deni when she walking me by
Gotta lift my
The games that I was playin' was silly
Similar to them days when I was packin' that milly, it could've killed me
Caution never crossing my mind, she calling
give what it takes now
There's a chance we can break now
Do we stay or walk away now?
Chorus
Written by Lorrie Harden, Tommy Harden, and Jason
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