Lyrics:
This ain't a love song, this a thug song
Know what I'm saying?
Only you 'cause I care, know I'm sayin'?
Can we call it love when it's so far
being fake
We'll censor you like the F.c.c.
Cause we won't be cursed by no Fcg's
We'll censor you like the F.c.c.
Cause we won't be cursed by no Fcg's
jammed on me last time, this chop' no good
'Til his paperwork double back, he's not no good
He ain't rock for the hood (yeah)
Sacrificial lamb, I did
that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
that's just for us
Niggas ain't gotta get all dressed up and be Hollywood
Y'knahmean? Where do niggas go when we die?
Ain't no heaven for a thug nigga
trying
Ask God to wipe my tears, cause there ain't no more crying
Feel like I'm David
And this life Goliath
Got to keep trying
Got to keep fighting
Yeah
rather by triumph
Breakin' niggaz back, we giants
David gettin' slapped by Goliath
That means that I am, him
In the back chillin', that'll be quiet
But
must be it
No rags...but happiness be the bag, we
Wishing on a star
How much time gone pass by?
It ain't gone chase itself, do more than
Wishing
of Trayvon's dad as a present for him
In my present form I'm desert storm
Appetite for destruction is no suppressant for
Aggressive, forceful, and less
to you
I ain't nothing like a fool
I've been raised by a wolf
I know you up there
Somewhere
Looking at me too
Hope you knew I love you
To the moon and back
bread
Duckin' and dogen feds a hoe wid sum good head shawty I love dat
It ain't no secret just look at my 26s every time you see me
Make you move like
by the CIA or the industry
Know where black hands be on black Glocks
No back stabs or sad plots, we let them rot
1-800-Nas&Hit, don't call us with
Looking like a whole snack
Sitting by myself casting side eyes at Shake Shack
Might buy a grey cat
Why'd I just say that
The whole world is one girl
she got that fat ass whooo
No no no she ain't no hoe
Miss independent all about that Dough
No No no she ain't no hoe
Miss independent all about that
David Copperfield
Ahh no love disappear
Out on this pier
This our year
This is my wave
This the boat that I steer
Crack you a beer
And toast em like
thoughtful artists
Tear apart our targets with verbal toxics, my circle's dauntless
It's my time motherfucka, check your wristwatch
Do it myself, ain't no wait
All This Money
All This Power
All This Love
Got Me Feeling Like Tony Montana No Lie
Grey Tracksuit White Kicks
Next Thing You Know
Shawty Was
If you ain't reggae for it, funk out
No-one knocking at your door, funk out
Overpowered by funk, funk out
It's combatative, repetitive
Don't life
on
I'm a front-line pusher, for the cheese, I stay on the defense
Stay by the lane and the gutter, bitch, I ain't no sucka
Not the one
Come on now, ah
busta free, these niggas must be crazy (What)
There ain't no mercy mutha fuckas
Who can fade the thugs?
You thought it was but it wasn't
Now
Hello it's Mr. David Banner, your bitch eater
I suggest that you don't kiss or hug her and don't eat her
I Run DMC's in this bitch in my adidas
I
to stay
And as long as your love doesn't change, then
Baby darling I swear that I
I swear I ain't going nowhere no
See I'll love you when your hair
to stay
And as long as your love doesn't change, then
Baby darling I swear that I
I swear I ain't going nowhere no
See I'll love you when your hair
speak
But the Dude knows the streets ain't no kiddie game
You don't know the Dude? Quincy's his first name
He told me: "Ice, keep doin what you're
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