Lyrics:
with the glock in the cut
Identify the busta, aim first, then I bust
Creepin with the mask, blast on any nigga that move
Put my bitch in the back
the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep
crippled by the vein that I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding, keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding, I keep, keep bleeding love
The judge that sent me got capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is sent up the river next to me
Four years pass and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up
capped by my nigga C
And now his ass is sent up the river next to me
Four years pass and we back on the shoulder
Cut a fifty up into a nice fat boulder
I been hunted by you everyday my life's Been living hell now feel yourself get
Confronted by me you'll be punted back into
The depths from which
curls, no braids, peasy-head and still get paid
Jam Master cut the record up and down and crossfades, okay
Because the rhymes I say sharp as a nail
to rock, YOU!
We're the kings of swing
And we're chosen to rule
The deans of clean inside the cool school
We're the chiefs of relief
Contained by wild
curls, no braids, peasy-head and still get paid
Jam Master cut the record up and down and crossfades, okay
Because the rhymes I say sharp as a nail
the neck first
'Cause it hurts, get 'em where the blood squirts
Carve his whole face off and make him eat it
Chain him up by the foot in the basement,
it closes back up
He unsays the words he said which were, 'What the fuck'
And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut
Then the blood from he
wrist is surround by princess cuts
Went from being broke on my ass
Now I stay blowing on gas (Gas)
Didn't think about me in the past (Past)
If ya not
Feels Just like yesterday
We were 5 deep in a 4 door Chevrolet
Headed up to my buddy's place by the lake
We were bama boys in Tennessee
My boy Roy
Tenth patriot at the gallows pole
Cut me free, bleed with me, oh no
One by one, we will fall, down, down
Pull the plug, end the pain
Run and fight
is up with you
Talking down all on my name
Bitch be quiet, eat your food
Niggas say I cut em' off
I do better when i'm rude
First things first
I don't
like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, a champion
What up Nicki? it's nasty yeah yeah yeah
I saw my first two million
we get the gold found
I got my first flip phone and said that this is it though
Made sure to keep down my ten toes, til the water on my lips froze
I
even worse now since the first curse ill cut words into my leg until it hurts
Why do I call myself a juggalo bitch 'cause we keep that scub live
bank with my feet up
Call me a light-skin Nigerian Dirk
Now I hit the place G.C. in the cut
See a flyne dame tryna make it misty in her skirt
Bizzare
Yeah Yeah Yeah
I get money bitch we polar opposite
I got mad so I cut off the bitch
So many blues up in my stack look counterfeit
All my shooters
Rose quartz just throw em in the ocean
Should we cut off our soul ties tonight
And If you want I'll be chillin by the ocean
Waiting for you under
with a curse right
You can tell by the way that I'm walking
I just do it had to cut out all the talking
Holding back all the time, this ain't nothing
You
Cut myself off of the bungee fall face first in the money
She said she want me or do she want something from me
I'm tryna go global just came back
construction
Weaving in n outta these cones
Move by myself
Not a puppet
Can't force this shit
pace along
Just put your grind & work first
That money hard
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