Lyrics:
of fakers is out there
Niggaz get around these backwoods
Get around they mommas, pull up they pants
Hide they rags and start to act good, hahahahaha!
the game
I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of thirty niggas who all got me
While bitches wonderin' who shot me
ed, tell a story of the streets
[big ed]
My nigga jay got his ass snatched, why wasn't he strapped
Kidnapped by four niggas dressed in black
Ahh dats
ain't no damn act
I would've sold out this place in seconds, literally Jam packed
Heh, you did this battle for PR? Well that's really dumb
I did this
And in the 5 Lil Ric and D-Boy
see-Murder doing time in the county jail
It been two weeks but it feel like 3 years
For some player hating snitching
the whole city scream 5K
To dem bitches that wanna fuk With lately
Tell dem hoes get out My face
Yeen hurting my feelings
No way No way uhhh
Cuz yeen hurting
to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, When you see me in the streets
Don't talk to me, Don't talk to me
Don't talk to me, Act like you don't know me
don’t know me, I come with the troops
1-2-3-4-5-6-2
Bullets flying all through the roof (Yeah, yeah)
Don’t play with these lil’ bitty bitches
Hit from
got my raps up, I get it cuttin like directors redoing scenes, who wanna act up
PointGod of this rap shit, d I'm 1st string in ya rap top 5, don't need
kno we got the drop
Pull up to his home (fah fah fah) his stupid ass got pop
Nigga we got 5.56 .223s and 308s
You not going to no hospital u going doa
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Episode: IX
From Sage Daelun's "Chronicles of Antediluvia", volume XVIII:
Episode I: The Fall of the Shadow-King
Episodes II & III
emotions
You know how it is
Raised by a lady
No daddy no brother my Ma did the mostest
Work three jobs, took five kids
To four different sports
And she still
to school
I'm not the five, four, three, and I'm definitely not the two
Get out my way, you need to make some more room
Clear the room
Act like it's a fire
violate my GGs
Try and violate my GGs
I'll jump out the cab with a live .33
Sawn-off on the IC3
We're cold, you'll get burnt by my icy Gs
My Air Max
Exposition
A comprehensive explanation of an idea
Or the act of making something known
And yet, the ocean parted her lips to drink the steel mask
The Racist ain't equal
There's about five different types of racist people
First of the five different types of cases
Is the individual brought up
not, so don't act cute
Cause if you do you in hot pursuits
It's my thing
As the song goes on you will notice a change
The way I throw down,
night
Damn
Hit it
Two, three, four, five, six, seven
Flash forward, 2045
What did you stand for in the life of your pride
When faced with
T but what's more important
To me is that don't be comin' 'round my girl
Tryna act like Mr friendly
And steal the spotlight like Mr bentley
I spotted her
parents share often. When I was two or three years old, I was with my family at a swimming pool. The pool had a diving board and unbeknownst to them, I got
in the club
Scopin the scene
Cup half way full
Smokin the green
She got her hand on my nuts
What does that mean?
Pointed at her friend
And she said,
in the club
Scopin the scene
Cup half way full
Smokin the green
She got her hand on my nuts
What does that mean?
Pointed at her friend
And she said,
The difference is
It's still do or die
We cut them 3 words down to 3 letters
It's still u-n-i
I got this life inside me now
Forever still by your side
Let's ride
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