Lyrics:
, let it blink, nigga, I don't think (oh)
Your hood Titanic, we gon' make that shit sink (straight up)
Live by the code, die by the code
Never been
you ever think of stopping me, Bblow it out ya ass!
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
put it to ya boy
Hope you got the scoop
Biggie Smalls, the rap genius
I keep the glock by the penis, the cleanest cut
Fuck the sluts with the big
as satanists only to boot! What a bunch of prats! I
mean these people have no idea, and they've got their noses stuck up, you know, probably up each others
bum,
(Jack it up, jack it up)
Hey yo, what's your prize tonight?
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
I see it in your eyes
(Yes, we have to jack it up)
You'll be
no sci-fi horror
Walk by today, drive-by tomorrow
Talk hype, get blazed, why do you bother?
You've been wally since Tim Tam Tommy
Go raves
Get paid but
Audio from emergency services call
Who abducted you?
Shawn Grate
You said Shawn Green?
Shawn Grate
Where's he at now?
Asleep
Where is he
talk of mental
Illness on the album at one
Point in the track "Sunday, " you and
Frank Ocean rap in unison
"What good is West Coast weather if you
them niggaz, don't be slinging while they dusted)
Yo, you seen my little cousin Shawn and his man Ross?
(yea, shawn broke his arm
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
Fine like wine yes a dime
Used to see her in the club all the time
Light blue jeans rocking to the beat
Walking pass by want you take a seat
Pass her
I think the first one is with...
(Are you ready sir?)
Yo, so let's go knock these down so we can be up outta here
(OK, I think I'll start)
She
(true)
This a black album, like Shawn Carter
Screamin' like I'm week old (yeah)
Moshin' like I'm Steve-O (yeah)
Niggas dodgin' bullets that we jammin'
yo body mind, squaddy life lost
Ride pon mi toll road, ah di by pass
And you naw stop a toll boat you a fly pass
Shawn Storm nah di forcast
Take weh
writing rhymes that blow your minds
Used to ride the 01' civic now they double take our rides
Coming up from Pilot Drive
That's the, that's the, that's
I said "I don't know man, don't wanna fuck up my vibe"
You don't got nothing to lose so why don't you just try
I said you right, I slid into the DMs
four hours to
Find out the number, like I had to phone up musicians I knew and suddenly
Somehow I got the number, and phoned him up: "you might not know
and misery
Feathers of my wings paralyzed by the distance of my mind
Here I stand before you, the color of the night
Frozen by the potential of me
by Cupid
I knew this didn't feel right
When you gave it up to me
On the first night
But It was tight just how I like
It had me thinking that I just
like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, a champion
What up Nicki? it's nasty yeah yeah yeah
I saw my first two million
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
building lobby
Fucking up ounces
Take it back to quaters then
Whole sales was starkim or
Even Shawn Watermen
Fast foward got locked for a shooting
Hit
back to her family
To her it's nothing new
Allow me to
Reintroduce myself, my name is MaS
My friend Shawn told me a lot about you
I make music Kuda
Shawn
clique
Set up by a dark skin bitch, she was dumb thick
Gucci Mane keep pulling up in darkly painted cars
Dropped the top on your bitch, now she looking
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