Lyrics:
coursing through our veins
They’re my brothers Mr.PaleFace is the name
The William Bonney in my gang
Boy I’m quick to bang
(Hook)
Raised by the wolves
I
smoke again
Ayo, who's that, it's Lil EZ
Back from the dead, eggs over easy all over his head
I can cook you an omelette and shove it down your throat
years
Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears
Shit.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die
Seein' my opportunities through these bars of hell
years
Blazed out sheddin' tattooed tears
Shit.. ain't no unity in my community it's do or die
Seein' my opportunities through these bars of hell
his old boy spit it like an old veteran
Fernie
Aha, I was old boy spitting like an old veteran
I'm in a lane by myself
Ain't checkin' for nobody
Whoo Ha! Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled
By the black menace k-Dot thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
On point like
the shit
Over three-hundred thousand fans and ain't never had a hit
William H. is the name, MFC's the click
y'all niggas takin us out?, y'all smokin
door
All them race for the money at the end of the road
Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode
I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny
good, wit' these shows at my streets nigga all good,
Gotta be stacking my paper like that's all I know, these niggas is playin',
I gotta get it like
with
Like, oh, whoa, no
She the truth and when she spit it's cold
Burr, burr
That's why these hoes be tripping over her
These hoes Ain't shit
That's why
ain't scared to go to hell
Only God can judge me, it's just I, me and myself, yeah
It's just I, me and myself
I love my lil' brother, he remind me
our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for
sagas, it's hood science
4 A.M. Infomercials tellin' you where to buy it
1-800-Nas&Hit, all six like a greatest hits
No, my brother, you got to cop your
meaning or structure
They asked me to shoot, I do it, I have no character
Homegirl got a nice little turd cutter on her
Put a bag over his head and send
[Juelz Santana]
Yeah
y'all know what this is we back at it (uh huh)
Come on
It's that nine eleven music right here man
We in the building man
highly
Killer with the mic in the right G, bars are the piff there shiny
Evil monsters, NO I meant oagers, I ain't talking kylie
Wagwan my G, It's all irie
to train, so many ways
And I'm amazed, but not amused as such
We all brothers but some of us gettin caught in the clutch
Another, day go by another, day's
sentence, I swear
You and me ain't even fit to compare
I ain't make it all these years on no wing and a prayer
Starin' a bigger nigga out while he standing
been killing us for years they still killing us now they poisoning the food and areas we surround controlling every move hysteria can be found all over
know me put it all on me
Baby fuck a friend bring them all over
Couple grams from the ends bring us all closer
Ima ride till the end all my brother
gotta hold it down, I'm by myself
I ain't got no body round you lookin' helpless baby
I can't help this feelin' that just came over
Baby what you talkin'
year
Over a large veggie pie, extra crispy crust
Chan say she, take country love over city lust
Any day. It breaks your heart. Tougher than given pills
think it feel to be a Simmons
Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label
If I did this whole rap game be
the infant.
Wise Man 2: We must pay homage to him.
Mandy: Homage!! You're all drunk you are. It's disgusting.
Out, out!
Wise Man 3: No, no.
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