Lyrics:
Turnin' to fights
Burnin' up the limelight
Fire!
And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us
Throwin' bad days behind us
Ahh damn up in
Turnin' to fights
Burnin' up the limelight
Fire!
And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us
Throwin' bad days behind us
Ahh damn up in
thing until the shit starts surfacing
Aspirations
Flowing worry into me
It's the same old thing if you don't nurture your creation
Cant you see
All this
With steel we meet until battle is won
One signed by the cross, we fight for our faith
One signed by the cross, what price have we paid
One signed by
There are 8 million stories in the naked city
Some ice cold and told without pity
About the mean streets and the guetto culture
The pimps
the evening. Sleep in the night. He who
has suffer'd you to impose on him knows you. As the plow follows words, so
God rewards prayers. The tygers of wrath are
that did await us there
Oh the each new day brought only a sea and sky of ice and gray
Thanks give no word can drag you through
Those endless weeks our
You came to get money man?
That shit been long gone, come on
Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond
Poppin' and choppin' until the day that
down, I'm not that type of rapper you'll see
Besides, I know some of y'all churn out that cursin' better than me
I'm ice-cold baby, I'm zero degrees
of ice
What is left? Nothing not fake
Voiceless, blend in, get by
How am I doing at six foot five
My breath stalked with watchful eye
I can't move my
a disease
Got no money, to get ice
Rapping fire, but you liar
Midnight, looking for weed in the crib
Sipping Hennessy like a druggy, I'm getting the bills
teeth, fuck it, coin em' so we can get some loot in our pocket
My man who just did a bid said you haven't tried it don't knock it
I wear the rings
my loved ones
I'm sorry my deepest condolences Lakrisha
RIP Eric and Big Wheaty some good people
Mr Alvin Mr Larry Ms Mary wit dem cold cups
Pass by Ms
For years I have been waiting and hesitating to make a rap record
That had the pace of a slow song, quiet storm, chillin while the fire is warm
You
If we murder one another, how are we supposed to suffer?
Come on
If we fire down all our numbers, we are scraps for hungry vultures
Come on
If
your thighs, drinkin it straight with the ice
Speaking so softly I'm like
Let's go to the back and do some more
Like if I had a wife, I'll get divorce
By
pissing on my fire or you throwing on wood?
Seem like everybody got yo back until it's time,
tony hawk pro skater 2 back to the grind,
I say all these can
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
my mind trying clear all the ill and poison
Seasons change, friends fade and avoid me
I get less love, down here, every year
Mr Billy no mates, until
For years I have been waiting and hesitating to make a rap record
That had the pace of a slow song, quiet storm, chillin while the fire is warm
You
feel it urging
Searching for a better track
To get me hurling
Everything I've got until it hurts me
It's surely enough by now
You be searching the net
a wholly different tone
Started making lyrics, and if i say so some fucking fire jokes
Finally confidence in self, I owe my thanks to taking tokes
Now just
On horseback ya bitch I got ya
Ha ha ha what I'm saying when I pop pop
Click the Tre Lb throw you in the chop shop
Benny Blanco fire like Dhalsm
Click click boom
Turnin' to fights
Burnin' up the limelight
Fire!
And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us
Throwin' bad days behind us
Ahh damn up in
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