Lyrics:
side of da train tracks
Good luck findin ya way back
To go is what dey trained at
When we ain't in attack mode we relaxed tho
Mad smoke in
other
Niggas fake as hell
Spit I can tell you about bars
Like I escaped from jail, killed Tracks
I bet you snitches can't wait to tell
Certified try
better with your skull on the other side, ya
All I see is dead roses, yaya
All I see is dead roses, yaya
All I see is dead roses, yaya
Yeah, yeah
All I see
the tyrants maze, fire will fry ya' in my iron cage
my violent lions have been enraged
by violins and sirens that thunder from center stage
slicing throats,
and the love
She told me "I love you too, like a brother"
Remind me of you by
My side I miss it I miss ya
Come here, hug me, own me
Why did you leave you
And I'll be back by mornin'
Whip the bricks until your back side's soarin'
I just bust the AP, that's a fact, mind's water for my bracelet
Dropped twenty
the whole spot stop, been hittn' the ball next
Me and Darren ridin' side by side
Nate and Snoop ridin' one in front from behind
To my young homeboy, who
little homie listen
Why you spittin what them other cats spittin be original
Gangsta gangsta little homie listen
Why you following another man's vision you
We gon' bust and we gon' rip ride
Walk on to, to the other side
The most ignorant ass niggaz in the game
Tray Deee, Goldie Loc, Big Snoop and Kokane
nod Whoa
Make ya head nod Whoa
Front back side to side let your neck vibe Whoa
Stopping this sound homie you're dead wrong
Bounce man this the type
we realize
Front, back, side to side
but who would be the next nigga to roll in that black ride
Front, back, side to side
it might be you to be
mafucker never been basic
Homie Jake Mack back-to-back fin to blaze em
Yeah, forget all the Fendi and Prada, I just spent everything on marijuana, ay
This
you come out
The other side
Now your brain instead of receiving fear
Sees "Oh, shit happened and
Nothing happened" Brain says
"Self, I'm fine" I look
Well you don’t know this is DRAS blaze it along side my boy V.O.C. blaze it VOC big up yaself blaze it hey Karma
Karma is a bitch
Even though I
shit to ride to
And other rap crews can see
Dangerous Crew got the funky beats
And when I see ya, and act like I don't know ya
I'm like Missouri,
that goes up
And arose from ya toes then it grows
All the way to ya nose and then blows up
Til its roasting up most of the spots
On ya noggin til it
check
Come quietly the punishment awaits you
I'm playin' games and I know you can't relate too
Surprise my rhyme hit you from the blind side
You
the face, and that shit don't even hurt
No more blowing out ya 40 on a curb with sad base
Blaze dead alive, and back from outer space
Real G's put your hands
And unlike many others
I've been through this shit
I've held a homie's hand
Till he died and lost grip
Homie rip, rest in peace
Things we used to say but
And unlike many others
I've been through this shit
I've held a homie's hand
Till he died and lost grip
Homie rip, rest in peace
Things we used to say but
I jumped out the whip looking for who & what
The narrative change when I'm in your face homie
Smoking cherry soda I just rolled it up
Spittin' Kung
a contact by drainin', try trainin'
Holla when you've perfected ya aimin', ready for a taming
And catch me at the spot wid this clown gashed up
Ya found me
from these punk police
'Cause lil' niggas run the streets
"First 2 Bomb" "16 on Death Row"
Bustin' on them phony motherfuckers 'cause the big homie
At this height the pressure go straight to ya head
Putting up doors
City on lock
I’m from the heights ain't new to the top
Been at some lows that many would
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