Lyrics:
Yeah, listen
Another death on the timeline, what's new
What has the world come to? The pain runs deep
It feels like a blade when it cuts through
I'm
on the right track
Now where do we go from here?
Sick and tored of worthless statements
Pissed off with the same old songs
You stuff your moral rule book
I’ma be
Anything but another white wanna-be
Wanna see?
What it's gonna take for me to go from rags to hot sauna skeets
From a kid doin’ drugs,
One, take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
mostly white
Ain't it?
They want to see you jiggaboo with your
face painted
Be brought home by one of their daughters and their fathers
fainted
They
where the wind don't die
We even try to bake the cake or pie
????, bust on by for my niggas incarcerated
Where you gotta do life or get your
fuckin' you up
And keep pullin' the rug from up under you
And what's ever more fucked up, is we enjoy what were doin'
So much there ain't nothin' that we
Yaun take it to the streets let
The whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career
Don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun nigga
I ain't
a visit
Talkin' bout "I'm pregnant by some other nigga"
Beef is high blood pressure and bad credit
Need a loan for your home and you're too broke to get
[P. Diddy]
Eh yo what's up playboy
Yeah, now I'm out here in Milan
I need you to come get wit' me aight?
Yeah, I got something I need you to do
I'm coming out your radio
I don't know who you're hating bro
But from here i don't know
If up is the right way to go
Because when people start
skin, workin with a crap grin
I be on my motherfuckin go mode often
Songs needed glossin before they get some moss in
Niggas doin raw sins
Where is your
disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-cocking) from here on in
My new name from now on, don't even call
and the stu' was all wavy
And they said I nuked it, so call me the navy (Bah, bah, bah, bah)
I'm not from the US but your song I trumped
Yeah, you played your
my block cah the junkies wired
I used to get ku' off B-Low
Come like Heathrow, the pack just flyin'
Verbal abuse from pussies
All for the crutch,
get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you
I
people
Let’s get going
Right back in
I think this is gonna be the last
Song for now
I think that this is gonna be
The last one today
What
be, another song we done made
Fakin' on no damn jacks
A bitch gots to get paid
Come on prophets, now it's on
Nigga, It's like that home alone
Like
You already know what it is man
Yeah yeah it's time it's time
For everybody to get up and
Go get their money
Just go and get your money right
You
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
twenty three
Power-U fat as a peach, I'm Chief Jay Strongbow
From the east, come due Allah, what a beautiful squall
Through the Cartier tints, I seen her
the brawl, come and try grim (cha)
At a level where the people wanna load up what they got and get it poppin'
If he thinking 'bout the hood he better never
and choppas like holy father, he a rich one
Beating up toddlers and taking money from a rich nun
What the fuck you doing man?
Why you influenced by losers that
it
Yaun take it to the streets let the whole world know it
It's the chance for your big career, don't blow it
Or get it blown from the top gun
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