Lyrics:
Nation
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock the boots like the group H-Town
You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
But I'm above
with hard rocks (yeah).
From napalms to Uzi's I made G's (say what?),
them build up enough Luther by keys.
No gang affiliation, yo I stood on my own
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock the boots like the group H-Town
You got BBD all on your bedroom wall
But I'm above the rim
Uh, peep me in a Jeep two deep
It's just me and my heat, y'all wanna take anything, leave boy sleep
No such thing as free, uh
Folk act tough but
Thought he was the one, but now i gotta run baby
That boy is dumb dumb
Actually dumb dumb
If you haven't guessed it by now you aren't the one
I'm pretty
we'll pick up where the last kiss passed us by
Out on the dance floor you're a sight for sore eyes
Can I buy you a drink, maybe whiskey or wine?
You can
sleep
Yeah j'suis cerné
Surrounded by all these fucking sharks tryin' to sell me
Mais boy tu sais qu'c'est moi qui est l'gros bonnet
P'tite monnaie dans
(Gaza)
Still tryna boot at the 6 (Fuck the 6)
Still warn at the news at 6
Fuck boy, shoulda knew that risk
(Knew that risk)
Just letting you know, step
I, i, i empty my clip on that boys head
I, i, i shoot that boy in his dome yeah
I, i, i would do anything for death yeah
I, i, i love my bitch more
boy finally die yeah
If your pussy good then you can be by side yeah
like kung fu
I put my shooters on top of you
Feel like some pirates, we taking the loot
Walk with a shotty like I'm in a boot
Your boy is the truth, I'm
Let me slow it down for 'em
(A guy by the name of PepperJack Zoe)
Duh-duh-duh
Skrrt, skrrt
Duh-duh-duh
Yeah, yeah
Dope sold, money fold, then
man
Came north to fill his boots
Came up from cockneyland
E-type jags and flashy suits
Put your money in
Pull the levers
Watch them spin
Cash
boy, this is your fate (20% amnesia)
And you`re obsolete and they can`t afford to educate you (20% amnesia)
In his bedtime boot boy jersey
Ringing
through your troops knock the boots on your cutes
Grab you for your loot, wrap my fuckin' chain around your tooth
'Cause, that's the way it goes when
meant we'd be brothers to the end
The boys of the 29th
For you, it's just blue and gray thread, faded and frayed by the hands of time
For me, I'll always
keep em be my side (what up)
Maybe mam doesn't understand a friend is hard to come by
So I'll keep what I can find (my boys)
Maybe I got two felonies,
work you know you owe me too much to stop
John said I got a little working to do but I ain't goin' by your clock
People said John was a slacker cause
baby i got to give you the boot
She want to come to I told her to teeth on this dick like she got her first tooth
All that shit you doing lil’ boy I been
eye
With my blue jeans, and my boots on, and my hat cocked to the side says
I got Flava, by the pound
I got so much Flava baby, it's enough to pass
this y'all
[Verse 1:]
Oh what a feeling! - Drivin' in my four by four
Girlies Galore! - B.I.G. on the door.
Chrome trimming - with the smoke tint
Givin
Destro
Back to life with this death manifesto
Yeah, Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas, in your area
Yeah, Nas, Nas, in your area
(Back to life)
Fat boy had
shooting can lead to three caskets
Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings
You softer than a Reebok Classic
Folding under pressure when
shooting can lead to three caskets
Jump suits, state boots, at least three stabbings
You softer than a Reebok Classic
Folding under pressure when
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