Lyrics:
Ill Will, God bless your life (it's yours)
To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life
I trip, we box up crazy bitches
Aiming guns in all my
the burning hell!
Dumb haters they wanna shot me
You push up but wack huh
My middle finger up for you!
Dumb haters they wanna catch me
Built up by Vooz and Vika
of makers
Everything that keeps me calm was taken
I'm letting go, I'm burning through, reserves are low
Just pushing on these old restraints
My time is up
the line
They said that you kind
Might finish this in time
But only moment created was that Shot by Dame time from that three (swish)
Call me if you wish
No
love the way you touch me right now
You always touch my body yeah
Girl I need you by my side now
Burn like a fire is burning bright
We burn like
Worth millions still back your bitch lookin' bummy what
Ya'll staring at the angel of death
Liar liar pants on fire you burning up like David Koresh
was on mute
Never did I give up nor did I surrender
Always stayed true to myself under pressure
Kept the fire burning like my MaryJane swisha
Marengo
Washington Marengo
Money on he brain, catch me running in the rain
Missed the last train on the way home, yo!
Washington Marengo
Washington Marengo
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
six
Feet deep in a hole
I've been stackin' up bodies
Yo, Vin Jay man, where is my shovel?
I'm burning on good smoke, lotta thoughts in my head as I'm starring out the window
Sometimes it feel I got nowhere to go(go)
But I guess thats just
embrace and have you here in a haste
And any time that you're here, I swear it's never a waste
Just park that Benz in the shade, and come up to 6A
Leave yo
that keeps me going
Walked the road of burning coals so long I thought that it was home
Woah
I woke up with the feeling that I'm gonna win today
The act
Ay yo we four or five niggas with furs on
Up top gated up, big tables got the reserves on
Blowing on saxophones, the band is rough
So much ice
(Saciano)(verse)
Solo in the fast lane,
Burning up that gas man,
Split a brick of that propane,
Don't even know her first name
Living my life it's
concepts at their hardest
Yo, cos I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar
It ain't about money cause we all make dollars
That's why I walk with my head up
the Peapod, 'cuz the vibes is strong
Salinas Filipinas, they come one by one
All lined up, and they ready for fun
Short one's, tall one's, beautiful ones
Yo bwoy you know
Oh na na
O mi o mi na
Babylon blaze (yo bwoy you know)
Babylon blaze (this one is a ghetto gospel)
Babylon blaze (bad musical man)
[Proof]
Yo, ay yo turn the heads and the mics up
We got the Dreadknaughts, you know what I'm sayin
Super MC, you know what I mean
Bugz, Dirty and all
that (haha) made a nigga cough (huh)
Soft (hoo!) Wait quick to turn a nigga off
Yo, I'm quick to break a niggas spine
And any effort made by those who
a wish up in the well
It got me tranced up in a spell
I made a deal down with the devil
Now I'm burning up in hell
I got more bars than like a cell
Don't
We gon' light one up in Oceanside
Tryna burn it up in Oceanside yah
Yo, as we driving up the 5 from San Diego (San Diego)
Coming to the bay we
Yea I've been learning
I've been yearning
Hearts been burning
Woke up in the morning
My blunt lit wit a furnace
Kick you to the curb and
Left you in
over fences
Burning out the wheels slidin through the intersection
Shit I been at it for a minute
Cleaning up the flow, Minute Maid in the kitchen
Look
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