Lyrics:
a beautiful thang
Imagine blocks and blocks of no cocaine, blocks with no gunplay
Ain't nobody shot, so ain't no news that day
Ain't nobody snitchin', they
to do business with you
When you can't even bust out the suit and tie
Do's and dont's can't prove me wrong
3rd eye for the insight
Live ya life I'll ride
So all y'all can suck my dick, bitch!
I got a whip like Miracle Ludacris lyrical FOOL
We dirty south shut yo' mouth we rock jewels
No holds barred
back
And I live in the back of the jungle
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my
Hear the siren, walk up, [*gunshot* *gunshot*] drive by
Shooters, looters, federal
But I get it how I live, 'cause that drought ain't playing
And I'm 'bout that cash, so I can bounce back fast
So I gatta dress in black with dirty
bounce back fast
So I gotta dress in black
With dirty Reboks and mask
Pass me the smell of braise let
Me blow out my brain i'm on the block
Hotter than
raisin the rent, then tell us how to raise our kids
And categorize us on, where we live like by on Broadway
It's all Dominicans and blacks that's packed
forty cals
At the dice game with brand
New hundreds forty thou'
Stay fly work out, all we eat is Halal
You'll never catch 'em dirty cause all
They keep is
to get you wetter than Katrina, going New Orleans on you
Why, oh why
You got that my, oh my
You got that water, by the water when I slide, I glide, oh
shift into a better man
Lifted by better hands
Intentions sent from my pineal gland
Remnants repressed till new energy is met in double helix strands
it better
She call me daddy when I do it do you want it messy
That girl so dangerous she my Dirty Dyana
I call'er Dirty Dyana
Cause she was raised by
disgusted by the kid on the sidewalk
Never mind
The only time the news will see his silhouette
Is in sidewalk chalk
Over the next couple weeks
They will talk
block and stop it when I spotted
I shoot like Luke Skywalker inside the cockpit
Aimin' at the top fighter
Who I mighta have thirty thousand kids spark
Hitting hoes like I’m earl Thomas got em leaving out by the crack of dawn
Got the city eating out my palms
Rocks dancing all on my arm
You’ll never catch
not say no stupid shit I send Lil Sed to split yo wig
We caught em lacking at the park it was his weekend with the kids
Dirty bitch cleaning up
back when New York was dirty
Hat low wit two box cutters in my certy
Queens was my residence, AQ
Marine Terrace, right by the water, the greatest view
perfect kids
In a too perfect world
Today the part of man and woman will be played by boy and girl
Trying to read the script but keep getting trapped in
Flow so cold never hear no gums
Shot to ya dome now you sound a lil dumb
Hoes in the roto
Dough by the boatload
I don't even know no mo
30 for 30
I'm
problem but we know where he live
We ain't even come to rob him we just pistol whipped his kids
And now he coming to the crib so now we spraying at his lid
show you where this dirty shotgun goes
Mad like six green mean joe's
If i'm a little crazy i think it already shows
Because i talk about anything that
feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel
Getting threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow
Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their
Willie The Kid Salute, Ghost
Live from Ritz, jacuzzi to the masseuse
I like to stay loose, with the nine on my hip
Dime on the side me
Bad guy but you
After stepping to KCR lit and flexing my shit
No gun talk, no gimmicks, just rounds of raw-dogging
Dirty dusty intelligent wit and word murdering
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I heard blue black be the new black
They drive and survive, where they do that?
The target on my back where they shoot at
The muscle
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