Lyrics:
yeah
The album name, damn it's a POISON
So many people may get poisoned
Man, the life can be poison
You can talk crazy, bring your boys in
a promise
My next few albums, instead of projects
They'll be a difficult test inside the
Cover for the mind's optics
Come in my hood, but bring the guns with
keeping it real with me
'Cause I ain't got no fear, under the atmosphere
Trying to stay high, as long as we down here
Listen closely, see what we bout here
flow's is liquid
Let this fluid run in yo'
Veins and get addicted i'm a crook nigga
I smack niggas with' scraps
And crack niggas with' gats and
Jack niggas
Okay, and who are you here to see?
Uh, Snoop Dogg? Says here Snoop D-o-g-g
Oh, yeah. He's right down the hall
First door to your right
Give him a knock
So money watch your mouth, or I'mma have to bust ya
Battling MC's, from JFK to Russia
Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil
Do a U.S. tour for three
blast on
No evidence 'cause this shit will be erased
We're in Paul's Chevy deep, with visions in your sleep
The Juice, Project Pat, Lil' Glock & SOG
influenced by these social media idiots/
With hideous vids steady gettin' plenty hits/
Cause shit roll down hill is what they always feed the kids/
But now I'm
time, but you guzzling down 'yac and
Tryna be accepted by people who tryna do the same
I'm just tryna hit the booth with flames
Plus I suck at being
niggas on the project
Shout out the one and only Quake Beats, aka Big Pat Raps
Shout out my nigga Mike from New Orleans
Shout out DV on the track
Shout
tried
I move by results, not by friends or things that's televised
Up or it's down, handle it like men, nigga I ain't never hiding
I'm in that Bentley, me
"120" Lyrics By Black Neldy
Intro
Yeeeeaaa!
Palm Beach is back nigga... (Huh)
Mr. Punchline is back nigga... (Huh)
Project Boyz, Si'l Pa Bèl Nou
niggers with me on a,
So I recommend your fagot ass to walk by, we movin' money
Touch the sky the, the more about the might dollar
Let's keep it real, ya
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
it
They tried to Riley me up, but I betting Pat's expression
You can never pass a legend
I'm spitting on holy beats
I'm beating my past, present
I'm
The yard taking notice (yo)
I take a charge, but they don't even notice (bro)
Don't leave him open, his jumper is potent (ha)
Pat on the back
Feel like
to retake moments I'll make better
Hidden among the pages of your photo albums
I can replace these mistakes one by one with hot glue
Stand right there I'd
you ain't ever gonna jack the sound (Nope)
It's too original, a science how I have it down (Yeah)
Down pat, baby
I can see right through the praise from
to let it ride
My nigga it's whatever
We can buck it out til ???
Chorus-8x
(Project Pat)
Comin' like a duck a
You know I came for trouble
Some
Big mo, project pat and the whole 3-6
Yea I know about them texas boys
Who keep a liter in the cup, and a heater in the tuck
Think the xanax
the streets
Any nigga that disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then I bag his little piece, rocking the ice
Give it to the projects, gonna rob him tonight
(Why
the streets
Any nigga that disagree, smack him in the teeth
Then I bag his little piece, rocking the ice
Give it to the projects, gonna rob him tonight
(Why
this, we stickin' him too
JFK on our way to LA
Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbre
My crew do it the Mobb way, every day
Crime pay, who wanna
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
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