Lyrics:
by the Untouchable Joe Robbie Boys
Recorded live in Los Angeles, California
DG on the boards
Polo Shorty, thank you for your help
My name is SCW
Good
back and pull strings
Yeah yeah
Used to have that fuckin' title by name
Yeah yeah now that's nothin' but some
Fire to my flame, Yeah yeah
You ain't
Sandler was
Fuckin' in the first 50 Dates
That's kind of a low blow I shouldn't
Have made fun of that car crash
That was some hard shit to live through
But
One Creeper roman street sweeper
Don't get gash by the hour rudeboy
I get gash by the metre wilehouse senior
Lemons will lean ya e3 teacher
LON preacher
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
no satellite dish
I'm adopted by YHWH so He my parent
And it's facts so don't question if it's apparent
The cotton our people would pick in the cotton
in your home, now that's a household name
You ain't see me, you ain't been in the streets
Ask about me, boy, my name got reached
Don't shoot
where i sleep, now give me my key
[Verse 8: N.O.R.E.]
New York get the blood money, dirty cash still sweet
We will blackwall street by the swapmeet with
walking by yourself
Were you walking by yourself
No I was walking with my friends
No I was walking with my friends
What were you holding in your hands?
a sucka, them ain't really my type
Rat snakes, yea mayne the game is full of wild-life
Don't wanna do no time right?
You wanna live that high life
who had to make a name so the bells ring
So nobody would trouble my siblings in this whirlwind
My older cousin wasn't known for nothin'
Never had no
My dawg like riding in that scat thang, she want my last name
And you can't lack without your rod, if you live in the fast lane
And you cant come
to live since I was kid
Playing in the yard with a 30-06
House look like a gun range
Room look like a gun store
Either you're gonna know my name
Or niggas
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
exists enlisted by the bogeys campin' services
The purpose is, make you go and purchase this, no nervousness
We are, hot like black tar, Black Star with
got no name it's the dirty game
Wannabe thugs drive by for some ghetto fame
The homie got popped six times needs surgery
Hit my cigar holdin
Last but not least, yo, Eazy's no sell-out
And if you can't hang in the streets
Then get the hell out
I'm not tryin to tell ya what to do
You have your
paid lets hang out for a while
I said first would be my pleasure to know who you are
And do I have to use my tokens or do you have a car
Well my name is
Confiscating lives in the process
Only for murder pride or profit
Or possibly it's gossip
These windy streets don't care
They kill regardless
Lighting up triple
Try to pin me cuz my pigment is black
My melanin dark enough for them to put knife in my back
Take knee on flag
Frustrated by system have
liquor
have to
Praying no car speeds by for me to crash to
Steering wheel in my hand
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
Cause
from coal
Our names will live forevermore
We gone live forever we immortal
Feeling like Kratos more like Thanos
I got a shiny thing on my arm
In
motherfuckin' mind, certain they gon' die by my fire
I beat the block 'til I die, no sense in grandpa keep tryin'
I got my flag, I'm throwin' signs behind enemy
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