Lyrics:
rams
Yes ma'am and I
Just might call your girl a friend
But fuck her like she my girlfriend
Talk to her like she my girl like
Oops you look like my
So when it's over and ya bury me
Leave the mic in my hand so i died as an emcee
If my hat's to the left you can blame it on the hip hop
If I got
arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna
arms, let me fill you with my charms
Chaka, 'cause you know that I'm the one to keep you warm, Chaka
I'll make you more than just a physical spell
I wanna
arm fist
King of my city, runnin' this shit, just like a ty-rant
Y'all clowns know what I meant, that's if we at war
Then my henchmen will be at your
the holy savior
Died on the cross for all my haters
Keezus Khrist the holy savior
Died and came back three days later
I see you niggas shitting on me
Just
Yo I can just spit a verse
At you or get personal
These clothes is so cheap
And in the Total Slaughter house you wore
The same outfit the whole week
and I mean it till I'm dead
A nigga gone yeah a nigga gone
They ran in his house then he died by the chrome
Fucked up how he dead in front of his mom
Looking back it's all in pure regret
Taken back by a life that I once lived
Open doors to take that final step
Another pill to cut that scab away
before I pull the curtain
On this life I'll concede
That the only thing that kept
Me going was to believe
Not in God or heaven
Arm a weapon
Calm depression
so let me come in real slow.
Like 1, 2, I bet you thought you knew about the style we present,
So intense cutting through with precision never
? (What?)
Wait who that? (What?)
Fuck shit in the past (bee)
I don't want that bitch (bee)
Ash it off her ass
That shit got us sayin'
Wait who died? (What?)
your main even when standing by your side
You just gotta let me slide, yeah, yeah, alright
Tell me something, tryna know a little bit about you
I see
prestige in you little school world
One day you're walking with your crew along the road
And a member of your crew pull out a gun and unload
He shoot
blonde
Oh my, I died young
I died young
I'll drown with you all night long
Come on put your life in my arms
Oh my, I died young
Daddy's got his methadone
how the fuck did I end up in prison?
Fuckin' snitches
They got me crossed by my own side
I found him by his self
No drama, he alone died, nobody
'm just happy I was let in
I got a notepad in my backpack
Each page like a dangerous weapon
I hold it like I’m aiming a Wesson
Then they raise they arms
The shows have been cool
The plays going up
Looney just came with another one
Who got the juice
Keep on a hush
Fuck up the vision, I'm cutting up
I got
that shit works out for your muscle memory
Im in the building and I'm checking what the coast is
Real solo
Fuck ya crew and who you rolled with
Real
you best step away from the mic before I get Ike Turner on your ass.
Aw fuck
You wanna get jumped chump punk?
Come press your luck by our whole crew we
don't need no weapons
All it takes is just these four arms
1, 2
Better praise the crew, or we'll punish you
It's the 10 Commandments
3, 4
This'll be
I'ma just do what I do with my crew
Ain't no telling what I'm finna do
But I promise that I'ma keep writin' for you
And I know what to do, everything
suffering
I'm alive
Even though a part of me has died
You take my heart and breathe it back to life
I'll fall into Your arms open wide
When the hurt
a barrel
That was making noise
I was praying that I made it out the street life
Bubby V died in my pop arms & it didn’t seem right
It was 45 mins before they
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