Lyrics:
were pealing madly to the sky
And everyone was shouting for the soldiers of the Queen
And the glory of an age was passing by
And then there came
a thousand times
(Chorus)
Ever been to Hell?
This is a black-and-white photo album outlines in increments
The infrastructure is dead
Instructed look
Nicaragua
Gave birth to MC's, seeds and bank robbers
We drove with pistol whips into world-wide trips
And my dick's been sucked by the finest lips
Stand
I ain't do this beat much justice on the last album, so
I assembled some of the best rappers I know
To bring it justice
This some tune. AMi shit
It's
Picture myself a old man a OG
Some niggas will conversate with lairs
All day time pass
(Nah lemme start somethin' else)
Soul on ice death threats given by
niggas want my head they want me dead they wanna fill me up with led
I keep my lips closed
Ion talk about what niggas said
I always watch who I'm around
get yo bitch I heard she wanted a picture but first I busted on her lip
Already know I'm a creature an you know I smoke that reefer
My nigga jay yeah he
With skinny jeans, lip rings
Black hair and a bunch of eyeliner
And I'm stuntin' Co-Op, it's
My only fuckin' designer, so
So fill me in, ladies
What's
stand to lie
Find me chasing dreams y'all can't ever find me standing by
Respect my elders while I filter through their bad advice
They always have
Stretchin' out her long legs
Pullin' up her stockings
She's combing out her black hair
Starin' at the teacher
Openin' her lips wide
Shiftin' in her seat. Yeah,
am not Jerry Springer
Side by side Rihanna
Any way through the window
Black on Black with the Regalia
And my Album dioxin like Tilapia
Cos when my
Lil mama bussin off the rip
I got it bussin on her lips
Got sum to buss up off my hip
Got sum to blast up in the stereo
Lil mama bussin off the rip
pulled over by Philly police
I just made a Hundred thousand to put in my piece
In what seems like a year but it was really a week
Ain't Lil Troy but I
a tongue twister
Mista, my style'll be makin a dent and be leavin the tracks bent
Steppin is the lyrical black gent, my Nubian accent
Breakin em up and then
Knows all the streets by name
So mysterious, shadows meet James Dean
She's intoxicating, soon your favorite drink
Your black dress in disarray
Only dance
twenty thousand, my baby
Don't disrespect it
Ridin' somethin' foreign as I
Cruise through the snow
Black Timbs untied, mink on 'cause it's cold
Fuck
back his head and howl
Ruby red lips, liquid hips
More than the law will allow
If I told her once, I told her twice
I must have told her a thousand
a thousand times
I got a red hot mind and a cold black heart
I am the jealous kind
The woman just laughed and said, "Sweet Daddy
You know you are the only
Verse 1 *(Black C)*
It's strictly this game that I'm stickin to
and stayin true
tryin not to do what those fakers do
while I'm payin dues
I'm makin
nigga
My loud is Kush we don't hang with Millers
Ion't fuck with lames Ion't hang with Killers
Ordained by the Black Mob
Give a different strokes
no time now
My bitches bad now
Ion even gotta brag now
Cuz I'm diggin my my bag now
You hoes mad now
Cuz I don't wanna put the mac down
Y'all niggas
gram dumping
Now ion gotta bust the plastic
I sell em by the bundle
A nigga name hold weight I can't go for nun
Nigga know this shit for funds nigga not
women by the twos If they ask me if I'm lyin', I'll never tell
The truth Infected flow sicker than a nigga with the
Flu If we talkin' beef, nigga, I'll
wholesale
Ion serve one gram cause nigga that's what a hoe sell
One fun track for the album get too real
Kick the feet up with no hands on the wheel
And when
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