Lyrics:
blastin' at it
It ain't even that deep baby)
You don't have to worry you can ride with me now
Niggas are quick to scream how they die for me now
Only
left us
Well he's gone and life goes on, you know
We had a crew, but one by one we go
Memories of his face that was full of joy
Rock-a, Rock-a bye,
brutal,they should check their P.D.
You made me,now your kids rave me
I rap about the life that the city streets gave me
Murder,intrigue,somebody must bleed
the people
Nervous baseball or accapella
My pitch perfect
You always complaining homie with no purpose
You mcdonalds ice cream machine
You never working
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
rockin' wit' me
Hot and pretty hoes gimme top and kitty
Fans say the kid cool and sir rock like Diddy
'Cause my competition died; pour shots of Henny
And I
my face in the sky
My shit be facing the gods
Fuck it, I am a god
Fuck it you are what I'm not
That's why I feel this pain on my back
All of these kids
And I'm Cowboy To Make Ya Jump For Joy
I'm Kid Creole Playin' The Role
Dig This
We're The Furious Five Plus Grandmaster Flash
Givin' You A Blast And Sho
Balang-balang-balang to mandem rock 'cause I love thee
If you live by the sword you guh fi die by the gun
'Cause all guys tell lies if all girls commit sins
I was
will, we will, rock you, pop you
We will, we still, got you, got you
[Trife Da God]
Aiyo aiyo, it ain't a game (nah)
This kid is serious about his change
Caught up in my feelings, I'll fuck around and kill another nigga
You ain't even gotta push me, how I'm feelin' now
I been havin' mood swings like
there by your side, I cannot lie
All in my feelings, I'm fried
Shawty come slip in and slide
If you ain't be fuckin' with all them other guys (all them
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an MC
With your lack of skill
rock hip hop rhymes are childish
You can't tempt me with rhymes that are empty
Rapping to a beat doesn't make you an MC
With your lack of skill
(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill
Mack yo' bitch into a coma
Two hoes like Noah of every type
Bitches I kick to curbs, you would make your wife
Twice hit by the gun spit, kid still
like a broken lace
I know they nervous, interested persons on open cases
So if you muster up the courage, you can get it a taste
I leave you looking
rocks real hard
Verse Two: Lord Jamar
God damn right, the L-O-are-D, J-A-M-A-are
Says peace and Allah you Akbar
Back like a motherfuckin
Are you scared to die? Is reincarnation
Are you - are you afraid to die?
(Reach the whole nation) me? (murderer)
My only fear of death is
and hand,
But I carry out orders from no man,
'Cause anything you want to do, I already did.
You used to see me rock the house when you was a kid,
But
to be as rare
As the shiny rock
Within the wider earth is
You learn from an early age
That you should be scared
Of the thought of not stealing
Yet another
you meet 'em send 'em deep into Hell
You could easily defeat 'em just believe in yourself
See I felt a little nervous I was scared and in shock
Well
'll never know
Our love virtues, forever on
'Til she kills my soul
You're all that I'll know
You're all alone
Does she love you, you'll never know
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