Lyrics:
whining, protecting your little homage
If your crews really the shit, prove it in your set
You really should get off the stage, you're too pretty to sweat
If
on concrete
Where the bullshit's abbreviated
Move and you lose
And your crew gets eliminated
It's complicated to the death it facetious
Keep my eyes open for
and it's no.
When you think it's sin, want to live by tha sword,
Gotta die, gash, ash to dust.
They turnin' that passin' and not with tha less.
Lil'
To the crew, so light up a brew
And this is what is meant by a god damned coup
Dj o on the cut y'all
Ah yes, k-mack's on the strings y'all
I don't worry i tell ya
Im a man who believes
That i died 20 years ago
And i live like a man
Who is dead already
I have no fear what so ever
and coons
That'll get found in dunes
A plastic hammer basically a childish tool
You wild as who? I'll defile your crew
You must be trippin' like
A thousand
try to keep quiet
Till you dropped off your label and your A&R fired
But real niggas like "That's Chino, fuck around, he gonna burn ya"
For real, I'm
everybody with a system up in they whip
I mean at least 3 10's and 2 12's to hit
With Nice Highs all around
and the top quality mids
the type of shit run by
surrender
so many romy's that want the tender
when it comes to money the Maes don't joke
so don't f around with my federal notes
I'm live on stage
D's
had the tools with the clues you couldn't stunt enough......
cnd live this life like a gangsta by any means I get it
Give a f*** about you wankstas
[Chorus]
Never heard it like - quite like this before
Never heard it like - quite like this before
[Chris Lowe]
Now first off the bat, nah y'all who
[Royal Flush]
It was a hot day, fuckin wit shorty round way
Diamond reflected off the white, clear E&J all day
The ennesex pull out the driveway
Clayton Powell boy who want it
50 paces out hit them butterflies in ya' stomach
[Skeemo]
Ayo we deep nothin' less than twenty two people
I'm street I rap
get it
Gotta get it
What yeah
Daddy made me savage
Made me grimy
I’m a dog
Mama raised me classy
In the streets I pull it off
The whole crew crazy
I
get it
Gotta get it
What yeah
Daddy made me savage
Made me grimy
I’m a dog
Mama raised me classy
In the streets I pull it off
The whole crew crazy
I
teaches you the biggest lessons by the way
Some Christians only saints on a Sunday
My anxiety got poppin two like once a day
I wanna run away I learned
clean you up leave you disease lil nigga
Put you on ice mr freeze lil nigga
Its that ride or die
Caught him by surprise
Milli in my eyes
Knock him off his
built to live with that
Say what you want but dis shit is facts
Ridin down 85 wit da windows cracked
I was boomin when I lived up off da Nat
Over by da
Then terminate your fuckin crew
Cause I don't give a fuck
Some say that all dogs have it's day
But why the fuck should I have to worry
When I'm a fuckin
She don't know about a stallion
My crew so tight, roll like the mafia
It's got me feeling Italian
Let me fix your tie, I got swag
You can tell by
Then terminate your fuckin crew
Cause I don't give a fuck
Some say that all dogs have it's day
But why the fuck should I have to worry
When I'm a fuckin
you don't turn
My Father's gonna settle the score
Burn baby burn
Na na now what na na now what
Check it out
Verse 2
I'm teachin cats
How to live with
bundles, but he's paid dues
Wild type of dudes, wild type of crews
Run wild in jungles, caged up in zoos
Most niggaz feel it, some niggaz fear it
Eye
by death
Take hold yo breath and bust
Till you see no legs standing up
Showin no luv, dirty committed the world bloodiest massacre
On yo whole crew
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