Lyrics:
fingers off and stick 'em in your mouth
That should show you that, you greedy little rich fuck
If you're bucking with the juggla you're a dead duck
Eight
on me
You cannot break away
Live by the lunar day
I do it every day
Bang bang bang
Your gang gang gang
I spit so fly
The Raven-ven-ven
Pattern is
on did him ugly, kicked his bloody face in
Maybe he was mistaken for some great man
In a dirty place he lay in a gray basement
Shaking his scabs, crack
Happy losing all of my mind
They tell me I'm too hard to find
Tell me, am I?
How can that be true if you're mine?
Hoping I'll be chosen
Body
Hey
Gucci down in g fazos
Young nigga by the bank roll
I got lean by the case loads
I love a bop bitch I ain't into being faithful
Who want smoke
my girlfriend,
You're just another link, I don't care what you think
When I die, don't bury me, burn me,
By the way things are goin', I might die
tell you one thing
Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby
You right about that shit right there
You know, Is that right?
Heh heh
that rep colors is doing the same thing
Pass it to the left so I can smoke on me
A couple drive-bys in the hood lately (chyea)
Couple of IV's with
trust
Rug cutter you're jugular, promise you your blood'll gush
Dead smack in front of us get clapped dead you front on us
Your back ledge, you rats
flying private
Here come on girlie girlie put it on me be my baby
Twerk it on me shake it shawty be my bang bang
Be my robyn fenty i can be your pretty
lang'
Cuttin' any bitch off if she enter my lane
And it really ain't a thang, when I bang, I bang
And my goons swing by like orangutans
Fuck wrong
with the clan
Clash of Clans, clash of gangs
Faced-paced tone
Tag, you're it
Running from it
Make it so ripped
Speedy good thing
Like it's a click
I can look at your nose
and just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
on the downlow
(x3)
I woke up in the mornin' to a girl who's butt's soft
Anubis
He playing dead cause he feel something amiss
When you're dead you only see the mist
You're missing what you can't see in the bliss
Now you're
How can I
Find the things we used to be
If I never seen why
On how we felt just like a dying a tree
Girl why you got me dead
Yuh she pretty with her
changed it's Rap not Heavy Metal
Went and lost my licence once for speeding
Quickness is the thing the Fast Crew be needing
Too damn hot!! Since ya
Bang-bang, you're dead
Twenty bullets in your head
That's not pretty, that's what I saw
Missing the beauty of it all
Hey you What's your
didn't feel
A thing when they said anything about me
I know who I am and I know the mission that
Needs to be accomplished by
Me don't ever forget
That I am
to us after the show and we can provide
Maybe
Maybe you're going to get through the night
This is our first show by the way
Please see us after class
Before you life ends
And I ain't never had no
Love for a fake friend
Or a fuck nigga, better duck nigga
Better hope one of them things
Don't get stuck in
Get it!
Go on! Get it! I'm out here chasing cream
Go on! Get it! Go on! Get it!
Go on! Get it! Need it by any means
Black incorporated, Bo bangs mind
is the hood even tho I'm in chilli
Always gimme mad love n it's not cuz I'm pretty
Hold me liable
For all the things that I say I'm verifiable
I'm my
by day
I mean who's to say
Who's to say, you find an answer when living?
What if you just die?
What if life as we know it is all a dream?
What if we
"Killa you're face to face with Scarface"
G to the E to the T.O.
Now here it comes (boom) motherfuckers die hard till the end
Mr. Scarface not
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