Lyrics:
Chauncey
Put my life right on that line fuck with it cost me
Watch me run up me a check
Lex Luger trying torture racks
Arm and hammer watch it stretch
K with
back (Bring that back)
Got a couple stocks that sell quicker than that cook crack (Way easy)
Armed with hammers, yall arm and hammer, yeah I took that
Rubber-grip-holder, reloader, come at me
I'ma rip your soliders in half, silverback ape, nickel-plated mag
Young, rich and flashy, young bitch, I'm nasty
All black
Bava giallo, I beat apollo, you eat a hollow
Hole in your middle, look like a seed of avocado
Life gone, I'm beyond body harm, carry an arm in my palm
When the phone loses service, I'll be back in town with heat
My old plug out in Maryland, got caught up with heroin
control by at the four-point
you ever turn on me, gotta
Shoot you in your back, back, back
I'm a chef, I don't cook food
I can cook crack, crack, crack
Fuck the ref, ain't no rules
Scared to death
By this race I've run
All that's left, is everything I want
And I'm slowly losing my time
Quickly taken back from me
Seems my friends
for a slice
Plug said loyalty never dies
More valuable than life
Bitch I’m nothing like your ex
I lost my soul in the rex
All my hammers
wanna be in His favor (time to come home)
(My home) my home
My, my, my, my, my (Your home)
In His everlasting arms (everlasting arms)
My home (my
wait to go
The mind is a funnel for the feel and the fire
Put it down before its lost in the mire
Hammer on the wall doesn't seem worth it
Beat by
(need a rush)
Head all in your system, pussies need a flush (need a flush)
Choppers on the seat as I listen to Meek
Speakin' less to niggas as bodies
the weapon concealed
Body will spill
Hollow tips stuck in your grill
Give a fuck how you feel
Tired of resisting this murder addiction
Fuck a conviction, bust
numbers I bagged
Then caught a cab back
To Jamaica Ave by the library
Seen the part of shabazz
New New York New York York York
(all to those who live in
like like a prophet I pay attention
And I listen
God send a message
If I'm busy ima drop it
If you talk behind my back
Then how you smile in my face
You
put the stick and the arm in the hammer
When you say my name
Better say it with manners
Legs in the air
That bitch look like antennas
This beat so damn
niggas pussies, I catch them in the same spot
Different day, same Glock
Sunny weather, rain shots
We live by the day, run with metal sling shots
Arm
Sure first of all
One session is not going to
Get rid of your hair
That's because hair grows in
Three phases all human
Bodies need at least three
always there
To take care of the shoes you wear
With his hammer, nails, and glue
He'll fix your shoes as good as new
(pic of the back of Rodeo
eyes
But I could swear by your expression
That the pain down in your soul
Was the same as the one down in mine
That's the pain
That cuts a straight line
the world is yours kid, put it in ya pocket"
Nah mean?
Make a brother feel good, word up!
Brother feel energized
I want to dedicate this one
teeth like Slick Rick
Tapped on Obsession colonge like Doug E. Fresh in the flesh
Think I'm blessed with the zest after slippin on my slick fit
The high
you and your man put
Y'all in parallel coffins
Yeah these big guns we riding with
And my clips stay wide and shit
The bullets stay the size of Twix
You
in the width of Your arms
We are sinful but You clothe us with love
You invite us to the table You own
With Your arms wide open
Arms wide open
We find
virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme
gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot
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