Lyrics:
y'all niggas just noise
Put on my tin foil cap, let them know they're in their own way
I'm that hotep boy
This that real rap boy
Yo Mal let them know I'm
of town bitches, (Thirty-four)
help me put it down bitches (Thirty-five)
Hangin' 'round, give you pussy by the pound bitches (Thirty-six)
Them do-it-all
getting money
Smoking L's by the hundreds
We got blow, we got molly
We got blood on the money, dedicated to the money
Killing niggas for the money,
Trying to count it by hand we be thumbing through them bands in the H
In the H run it up another hundred M 's on the way ok
Gogetta bomaye kill em all got
through the mud)
Been through it all, them blood sweat and tears my niggas
And through it all they always kept it real my niggas (that's love)
They would
the dark
Oh hunter, come by and slay them all.
Nights are longer, daylight is dim
Fear runs with the river tainted with blood
Birds sing no songs, deers have
say I don’t care
I just care that you make it
If it’s a game of inches
Then just Babe Ruth
Or Willie Mays it
If it’s a game of rules
Then bend them
the Storm that the Mermaid bore!
Them witches calling
Up from the shore
They walk behind me
Through the door!
Oh, my youngest sister, oh where have you been?
the back playing pool by the sauna"
We stepped in the back all I smelled was marijuana
Yo what's up? Yo nigga what's up
You know I don't give a fuck
Them
Bring doom to all this land
Suffocation given
By the hate of mankind
I long to see
Your destiny
Painted red
The people screamed
Kill them all and burn
There are certain times
When I wished I wasn't so alive,
And I would take it out on people
Like they were dead
I blow them away with words so
trippin
I said I ain't trippin
Too much money on my mind to worry about women
But you can catch me flossin,
Crawlin on them inches
Fall up in the club
??
the Three 6
40 Cal. in my draws runnin from them laws
a clip is rolled in my sock, I'm hoping that I don't fall
I'm certainly hittin corners,
spirits can tell by fruit
Dishonor the truth pluck em up by the root
Fallen angels you gone learn
All one third of you gone burn
I move in silence and I
a hater, I try to paint 'em a picture
I'm like "How?"
I'm litty in Miami, my nigga
That's right now!
She on- TV screens and BET, Aventador so 3D
Y'all see me
tell me no sky’s the limit
Cause when it’s fourth and inches that’s when you supposed to get it
When you get the chance you surround yourself by
I'm surrounded by danger
Wanna be the only thing
Pushin' blood throughout all my veins, yeah
What'll make you open your eyes to the flames
When
All of my enemies try to get rid of me
I got the victory, shotgun big as me
Watch your step 'cause the blood's so slippery
I'm that popular demand
The circle of bones has been sealed,
Prepared for these most ancient rites.
Three virgin cunts arrested by chains,
Gut them like pigs,
Let their
try their best
To justify this torture
By asking you who the
Slaves were brought from
As if we do not know
Tell them "Get the hell out
Every genocide
made a few bucks now you feel buck
Your chains gold, my shades all black
I can do this with a blindfold
This ain't rap this is find a mine in your
call me one of them guys
Unless you're in the gutter, trashing who you're stationed with
Lying in the gutter with leaves and sticks
ct least all
[Raekwon the Chef]
So yo yo all I want to do is just tell them cats
On the real, keep your game high man, keep it up
Word up, never stop
Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't
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