Lyrics:
they call me Chef Boyar-Beans
Beanie Crocker, cook coke proper
Right amount of flour siffin' it up
Coke spots runnin' by the hour shiftin' it up
I used to love his karate
But even he snitched, he told on Peter Gotti
Pillow-talk wit' cha girl about that German Ruger
Got her in a small room
to the story of my savor
And how he gave up life to let uslive
That's a hell of a gift to give
Kick it E
Now as I take a look around
I don't
crush a sucka gutter
Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees I'm coolin in your freezer
(He's a breezer) I hits it up with that bald faced rap
I sinks
two went through your chest
Your boy tellin you "don't talk son, save your breath"
The more you walk to the light the more it's hurtin less
You gettin
my car y'all fuckin' sittin' in
Speak up, how dare y'all think I can't hear ya'all
Anymore talk, y'all bitches gonna walk (what?)
They're like,
toward a larger goal
Our little lives don't count at all!
Red the blood of angry men!
Black the dark of ages past!
Red a world about to dawn!
Black
The dogs are out singing songs
Right here is the place to be
If you talk with me all night long
Tomorrow we might just feel free
If you ask me
about your lonely soul?
We strive towards a larger goal
Our little lives don't count at all!
Red, the blood of angry men!
Black, the dark of ages
[Rah Digga]
Uhh, uh-huh uh-huh
Uhh, yeah, uh-huh uh-huh
Flipmode why'all, all my bitches
Uh-huh uh-huh, check
For all my real live sisters,
of the puzzle are now fitting into place
I know what kind of person you are you're a disgrace
I don't hold a grudge even though what you did
I just can't trust
I was driving through the fens in a peaceful English scene
Paid for by my grandfather the original gunners dream
I was taking life for granted
no
I live in ma attitude
Local man still a low key bloke
Grown tho I still give ma mama
Her lovely boy
Some days, I dip, the bread into the tea
Other
of your time.
listen.
lady. theres not a day that goes by.
that i dont think about your beautiful smile.
in my mind. both night and day. ha.
what im tryna
fucking her
Talkin bout she fucking with the opps but i aint trustin her
That hoe know not to play with me i dont mind busting her
On another note lets talk
a landmine, someone get a landline, landslide, sliding where you stand high (uh)
Ran by, what I cant buy, so I am high, damn I'm, like a franchise, no i cant
This shouldn't be one of them things that just happens
Talk about it for a minute than get lost in the back end
All the silence in the past talking
fucking fall
I'll rise and stand tall
Now I just want to talk
It'll take two seconds, let's walk
You never know until you ask
That's why I don't just
everybody give me
Cuz it just aint the way I do
By the walk and the way I talk
What gave you the thought
The game many I loss
By thinkin' you false
Too many
crisis
Most talk, but don't walk, the path of the righteous
Despite this...
I measure each step, walkin' closer to my final destination of death
When I'm
This song's about a friend
A friend I've known since I was a child
He and I would talk about our lives
And what we thought love was all about
He was
be some/ now here the beast come/ imma keep eating til the feast done/ if i got it i own it no i dont lease none/ whole city locked down i got the key
they did to Sharafkandi and Qazi too
And never shall we forget about Ghassemlou
Murdered by agents of Iran for the revenue
He came to talk, they came
a bag, throw a bag, watch me throw it. Throw a bag, throw a bag, here you go!
Verse 1 (Homebwoi)
I got it! Live in person, seem that you've been
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