Lyrics:
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
a marathon but i ain't running track
Yeah you better get this straight like this a protractor
The best in the game
They call me the X factor
I'm never out
like missin' a friend to whom you never visit (Luke 6:46-49)
Moved by the Holy Ghost, we breakin' through our limits
This ain't hearsay, homie, I'm
Mmh uh
Ain't yellin' cut when it's shootin' time
Sign up, it's recruitin' time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
disrespect the gang
Kidnap i'ma sell you
TLC, creep at night
Wrap you up, i'ma mail you
I don't give a damn
What you talking bout if it ain't money
I don't
Why she do that, How she kill it
She's that weapon, You conceal it
You gon feel it, peel it back. Deal it
Like it's crack, Steal it by the pack. I'm
people will bish everything that you do
So I gotta go hard on Verse 2
And I used to hoop so I got to make that bounce
I been rolling loud get the tree by
Turn
Verse Dripping like a Glue gun
Hate on me you ain't cool son
Flashlight on these two buns
Future shining like the brightest sun
Speed it up wanna
buck up on a man name of bob marley
Walked into marylebone court me say two by two
Charged with doing the sensimellia boogaloo
How me come fi tell ya
our fist
I is for incredible Z is for zeal, times that by 2 and that’s the real appeal
Why for the culture and to leave our mark, open up the door we
Feel no way cause I gotta eat
Body every single track Like a meet
Need TLC ain't no creep
Call my phone it say outta reach
We ain't cool cause we outta
where we killed it, yeah we slayed
On that treble and that bass
Ain't no day, that goes by, that I lie - on my bed
Nothing but thoughts in my head
Of what
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
Track Title - SEMPER FIRE
Album Title- “R & R: ALPHA”
(a SurvivalMode Music & Media Production/Joint Task Production)
mixed & mastered by: G.U.S.
Gettin', his little dick sucked by the, clucks
And will he do dirt? Fool oh please
Little locs are harder then the O-G's
You fall to the ground and beg
and be proud of it
It's an Uptown thing and we bout it
Partners-n-Crime motherfuckers you ain't bout it
It's an Uptown thing and we bout it
Now
(And he ain't wearin' no clothes)
Whoa, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
(Looka dat, looka dat)
Fastest thing on two feet
Looka
(And he ain't wearin' no clothes)
Whoa, yes they call him The Streak <"zipppp" kazoo sound>
(Looka dat, looka dat)
Fastest thing on two feet
Looka
thugging by my lonely
I ain't hanging out
You my dawg
Then hold it down when I'm not around
Need to know my people straight when I'm out of town
Street smart
Piece by piece, this puzzle comes together
Sever your ties with the bad guys, let the lies go
If you wanna be a hoe, go 'head and don't be scared
I done hire me a driver, just to pick hoes up
Put some wrap around the track, that cost like 10 more bucks
No I ain't got a shorty, gotta get more
a diss track
I ain't tryina beef
Cuz I be neutral when I mix that
Damn it's so decieving
Niggas tryina be me
Pussy keep on talkin
Knowin that you never see
the man I'll see on TLC
Bet you be racing me
I've always been proud of work n' yo passion
Fuck them bitches that try to elevate for practice
Clearly
two for the bitches
Three to get ready {cause I feel I finally did it
Four's for the jealous rapper mad because he finished
Turn that motherfucker
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