Lyrics:
I do I'll miss the things passing by
I know, I know just not to go and close my eyes
Cause if I do I'll miss the things passing by
I'm all talk
pork
I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat
Quote, 'If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?'
I'm
a ghost like Casper
Everything go smooth for me, like I got my Masters
FUBU platinum up, birds in the Acura
Albums platinum up, I kill any bastards
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Peace don't make me laugh!
All I hear is motherfuckers rappin' succotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
skills in the place
I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill
As I rock 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill
Verbal excitement will lead
begin swellin'
"Kill that muthafucka!" I hear voices in my head yellin'
Me get caught in a cross, that's absurd
Your head is a tennis ball and I'm
I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die
Sweat tears and blood, paid dues alive
In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live
Could've easily got
kill 'em with success
I'm up next like afternoon
You niggas evenin' the playin' scale
It's like the moon
Tryna sunset as the nightmare I rap resumes
You
baller, n**** G'z and cut ki's
Gats for enemies, freeze! hundred degreez
Kill, robbery, soldier- born to ride
Killer- born to die, Mama- was born
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
them views in hopes my shit be trending too
Fuck it I don’t give a fuck about
Views the likes the comments fraud
If my album drops my album sucks
But I’m
albums cost a fifth per track
And so your favorite band
They don't make that second album
Dropped by their label 'cause they can't pay it back
It
on his
old album cover he was a she thang
so Nigga please, Nigga please don't step to deez
motherfuckin' Real G's
Yo Dre, what's up? *bang*
Yo Dre, what's
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
faixa do álbum “Canções Para Ninar” dos Garotos Podres (Radical Records/1993). Regravamos esta música pois julgamos que – mesmo depois de 25 anos – ela,
Yea, they call me Bizzo by the way
(By the way)
And we The9inetys by the way
(By the way)
We got that bounce mothafucka
(We got that bounce for ya
V-Villa
[T3]
They say a nigga fell off when my nigga [Dilla] exited
3 albums later I kill 'em gotta represent
2 albums back [Baatin] had left
Kinda threw
still be
Able to feel me
Even if I'm not talkin about tryin 2 kill me
The king of darkness can no longer conceal me
This could be my last sad song hopin
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
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