Lyrics:
for bein' biters
Non-creative and wack rhyme-writers
Yo, they soup you up but can't rock the jam
Known to the world as a one-hit band
Easy come,
light
You I didn't handle right
I can't comprehend some nights
How could we just end it like
Who you wit where you spend your nights
When you ready
to the sky)
So you wanna know why
Praise the Lord everyday, that's how I get high
I, uh, just get by
Can't do me nothin' 'cuz God is on my side
All praises
Green, amber, red (hey)
These man are wet (woah)
Please man don't step (them can't step on my brother Salute you know)
She amoret (hey)
Don't squeeze, blam
down again
My brother bend down low
Bend down low
Bend down low e yeah eh
Make make you bend down low
Bend down low
Eh bend down low
My brother bend
the head and you can give them tricks the rest baby
And nuthin less baby
(Eightball)
Eightball let me grip the mic and rip the track
Freaky hoes let me
and I know that I can bring ya
If you can't take the heat, get your ass out the kitchen
We on a mission, so come on
Come along and ride
and I know that I can bring ya
If you can't take the heat, get your ass out the kitchen
We on a mission, so come on
Come along and ride
didn't handle my functions while in high school
Although I was cool
The hood I live in ain't that proper
'Cause a cop'll stop ya
And have you
Yeah Yeah
This our city yo, nothing can take it from us
Straight up
Me and my brother we shining and dripping
We cruise through the city cause we
?? because my mom couldn't handle me
I'm crazy as fuck, you better duck when my nine's out
Be dreading my life, you lose yours, that's how you find out
Feels like it's been a revival, I've been dead for too long
Niggas be thinkin' we rival, you can't fuck up my zone
She asked me how I'm playin', I
eh
Kiai is the master
There no contender
I'm pulling the strings
I ain't need a fender
Heat strong tracks making you tender
You soft
You Can't handle
again. "You can't get a grip." They both stood still,
Breathing heavily.
"Why don't you get a scissor," said Sheila. Marsha ran into the kitchen, but
on the flap again. "My God, you need a power drill to get this
thing open!" They pulled again. "You can't get a grip." They both stood still,
breathing
gonna do
Is show you how you can get spotted by one too
'Cause I don't give a fuck, I just cock back and bust
With more arms than an octopus, as if one
God please let me come Home
Glass candles n jack Daniels
Brothers with mental issues
And substances you can't handle
You said you can't stand me baby
of the mountain I paid all my dues
All this shit I done earned you can tell by the bruise
Im on some Big SOG LETS GET IT
Gang
Cyrus ask these niggas can ya count
to handle
Some members go ghost
But what can I do
Living with talent, it catches to you
Not everybody is built for it
I know the ways how to deal with it
Oh,
the illest latina
her demeanor was unexplainable, you shoulda seen her
Thick thighs, nice ass Body like an hourglass
didn't hesitate to break a brother
bringing the energy that he brings
One of not too many kings
I can tell by your mindset that you have been reading too many memes
Aroused by petty things
You
nobody would even speak to me
And after 2 they said 'sorry, we found a place, we're leaving'
By a month my brothers don't answer my calls anymore
After
to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by
to visualize under
'Cause I strike, like thunder
Niggas couldn't stand my heat, it's unbearable
My wisdom fucks up your respitorial
Systems are fractured by
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