Lyrics:
ji ebi n'ala kpọrọ nkụ
Social crisis
Moral vices
Weeping and suffering people is all I see in the ghetto
Wrong
When the guns Get drawn
When the Snitches inform
Throwing sand in the storm
Fuck the drama I'm gone
Get the commas n
I'm goin In N Out
I'm goin In N
Write it down & spit on a song
Descriptive shit talker
Words compared to bullets in guns
This that military grade but I use it for fun
Pissed a couple
don't need no gun
But it's the 90's and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump
You don't wanna get caught up in
attention and some reefer
She like when I go deeper
Cause that's what she prefer
She said she wanna do somethin' for me
Bought some Rosè and roses by
Ninja Nicki, where Ninja Man?
I don't need a hundred niggas, lil' bitch, me soon come
Dripped in YSL, one thug and one gun
These bitches gon' bow down
One squaddy, horrifically burnt in the Falklands War,
Was approached by Prince Charles during a presentation.
"Get well soon" said the Prince,
**** I’m still goin in like rich homie
My n**** I stood on yo block
Took a piss on it
Still the same n**** LiBrutha da big homie
Tryna get rich and stay rich
C'mon make peace with your demons
Homie put down the gun
Silence is compliance
So quit biting your tongue
I can tell jus by the look in your eye
That you
Couple Shots In The Head Let Em Off Now He Dead
Hide N Seek The Body
Can’t Find Him Now The Case Closed
I Remember I Was Rappin’
Just To Do It For A Hobby
sound on it
Turn his face into a frown, homie (huh), oh, whoa
I just been shinin' in rose gold
We in the street like hobos (wavy)
I'm having boogers,
in cars n called for keys I sold for hella pounds
Back then she ain't want me on my momma but im so handsome now
My first gun was not a fuckin Glock I
rose to all occasions
Ten toes guns blazing
They "Okay"n... Well I'm Great'n
I been swerving for a minute
Now I'm straightening
Uh Aye
Aye Uh
And This
B.G.)
Boy, picture me com'n, shining my motherfuckin ass off
Nigga I'm com'n in a Ram on 19's
I don't want for nothin, livin the million dollar
bitches who clippin' your dick off
I'm a boss champagne with the steak
Pink rose jay sittin' ace by tha case
Brisco line to young nigga what it do
He
like they got
A lil Ape in (N) D
You get banana scarred and
You gotta use A-N-D
I'll have a shell hanging from his
Head like A Nigga Dread
So DNA
And it's goodbye golden rose
Yeah it's goodbye golden rose
Wish I was back in her arms again
Wish I was holding her tight
Wish I was back in her arms
drift or draw;
In muskeg hollow or canyon gloom, by avalanche, fang or claw;
By battle, murder or sudden wealth, by pestilence, hooch or lead
I swore
push grams
En I a’n’t talkin’ ‘bout no ladies in wheelchairs
An I can spare sluggz 4 them
So when I blow ya wig off
They i’n’t gon’ be no hair club 4 men
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
Yuh
Aye, Ooh, Look
Nah (What?)
I ain't coming in on that type of shit bruh
(SAKITARO, this shit goes crazy bro)
Aye
Flow hot and ready, n*gga call
of growin
Express Yourself, was said by N.W.A.
So stop givin trouble a play
Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze
At thirty-two
[Flesh N Bone]
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations
And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken
Caught up
'mma put your bitch in the buck n*gga
Huh, I'm what's up n*gga
Dope boy can tell by the gut n*gga
Money make it hard for you to trust n*ggas
I was serving
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