Lyrics:
the trauma (Fuck)
Shells dropping (Dropping)
Leaving mothers sobbing (Rahhh)
Up the carnage, I'll hollow out 'ya noggin (Bah bah bah)
Hoes flocking (They
illegal let it pass
Get ya cash or get beat up by the people
Diesel you could hear me through ya
Speaker got me greedy
When I'm eatin' gotta feed a lot
want to jump, jump
Get'cha make ya pump, Paul
Still gon' miss ya bump, bump
Off a nigga fakin'
Goin' to a richin'
Bitches turn to shaken
Mafioso rule by
i'm like a dead end
You can't get nothing by me (Stop it)
I'm Nino Man, I keep shooters behind me
They knew how I was comin'
Already when 'Kiss signed
and it don't make sense,
To live your whole life for the dollars 'n' cents,
This greed is killin' us by the hundreds,
Ya sittin' on a million but ya still
through your speakers
Y’all need this, yep y’all need it
Ya miss this style goin wild on the beat
Yes, y’all need this, yep y’all need it
That flavor
It's me bitches
Show time
Chillin' in my beamer, listenin' to ether
Bumpin' through ya speakers, know I got the heaters
Rockin' don't stop, I
tellin' ya why
The Lord is a-comin' from his throne on high
Goin' down the valley, goin' one by one
We're gonna be rewarded for the things we've done
seen
Yeah I'm good, sittin in the S covered 16
I'm comin through a couple bars ? lean
600 Benz S Class, know what the fuck I mean?
A pimper, I stay in
a diva
But move like the wife of a preacher
My life comin thru ya speakers
Drop top peel off and it's screeching
I'm making big moves
I'm making big
Bringin' the vibe that create hysteria
Whack MC's vacate your area
We three deep, comin' out of yo' speaker
I'm bustin' your woofer and tearin' through
the docks
Fuck the ops nigga
I swear to God man ya'll gone hear this through the fuckin' speakers
Yeah
We cruisin' straight right down yo block man we ain't
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
And any minute I'll be rollin' through
So get ready, so get ready
And any minute I'll be comin' through
So get ready, so get ready
Cause here I come get
ya membership
(1,2,3) Put ya weight on it
Lawd, that beat is hard
It need a bodyguard
If it keeps bangin' like that, roofs comin' down
Keep it
tellin' ya why
The Lord is a-comin' from his throne on high
Goin' down the valley, goin' one by one
We're gonna be rewarded for the things we've done
This ain't that thang that you usually expect, rhymes full of structure, everything in check
Who's ya best bet to come through and smash it? Grab
the freshest linen like im spittin through your television
in a day dream livin' while these minutes pass me by
lean back and hang ya nikes out the ride
wheel
The kick real fuck a car crash dickhead
I'll really throw you through a windshield
Fuck ya accolades
I'm really tryin' to hear the
Pain that ya pen
(Take me to the river)
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
It's 2002, everything was totally new
We were globally huge, watchin' sales go through the roof
the liter, bumpin through ya speaker
Keepin shit a hundred, by myself don't need a feature
Been in it for a while now let a young nigga teach ya yeah
I don't
by the liter, bumpin through ya speaker
Keepin shit a hundred, by myself don't need a feature
Been in it for a while now let a young nigga teach ya
Through the wall her pitch tea kettle
But that's just me disheveled
By the dough that the school embezzled
So I open the door like
Hello bitch, why you talk
the speakers out
Cause distortion, when I'm speaking out
Yo y'all make profit with flora? I got stock in Aurora
Won't see me popped on the corner by cops you
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