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Oswin Verse 2
I'm just a good nigga
Surrounded by hood niggas
Who never learned to pull out
But learned how to pull triggers
Who believe in
Breeze in our car, no BT and Rendo
Alacazam when the caliber bangs
Chillin' on the Ls like death row (dead)
Pull up on dem and let go
Five seconds
like I love Lucy
my crib is crawling with blunt roaches and
when I'm feigning, I exterminate them by them
lit the dro, in a optimo sizzle slow
hit
You're the Coliseum.
You're the top!
You're the Louver Museum.
You're a melody from a symphony by Strauss
You're a Bendel bonnet,
A Shakespeare's
with them hoes
You get bucked, ya know, look, fire opthimals?
(2x)
Second Verse:
You can't do nothin' but love Ramp, nah?
You was bumpin' the last
changes, it changes from day to day
I won't be crucified by
The actions that you take
Abused and second rate
I will be justified
When the wrecking ball
ways invadin' my roots
Now it's time for brothers to tighten they boots
Sit back, look just for a minute and cry
Now I know what Biggie meant by being
stride with self-esteem
If you down me I will beam
Right up in the day and moonlight this here Earth has never seen
Is your initiative generated by your
seconds, to eat at this table you better be in control of them pleasures
I got the sauce like I had some and ordered extra
You better get with it, I spread
chess moves
Louis with the checkers (For real)
We gon' make it through the checkpoint
Ain't no second guessing
Ain't no plan B, who gon' feed Lil G?
(For
Scuffed by the cops before I got stuffed
Lust attribute, matching from my hat to my boots
Major cats relax like roofs, triple fat goose
Handle pitch forks
Who’s that? Get back, draw for the MAC
That’s right, that’s an Esco lyric
But right now I’m possessed by Esco’s spirit
(Headshot) Will have a nigga
late
I made it out the hood I ain't ever safe
Or second place free to reconcile
I'm free to reconcile if you go the extra mile
And now you call me I
[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Every album like a bird....steady flippin!
Every album like a bird!
[Lil' Boosie]
My first album was bout a 7 (It was aight)
But I talk
czteropak i dwa G napiszę 32
Mam 7 życzeń święte życie tylko jeden strzał
Jestem głodny z natury wyjmij kolty z kabury
Zdejmą z głowy kaptury to dla nich z
[ABK]
My neighborhoods full of drama, killas and thugs
Everybodyâ¬"s representing by throwing em up
With a quick hi, hello, or beat down baby
Even
Les p'tits G-Money
Ceux qui manient le Glock
Ceux qui s'font soulever à six ou seven o'clock
Parce qu'ils dealent en bas des bâtiments
Fournissent
still on that hood shit
Post up by the liquor store, up the block from 8 to 4
My little nigga selling dope, it's GPL fuck you now
My Spanish Bousin
'White Ranger's long-lost brother' theme didn't seem relevant." I said, "It's just like
Darkman--it started out fine but it sucked by the time they made
Method Man being chased by thirty Methodists
Seven day adventist tempt this and try to prevent this
So I curse like the Motto leaving them
the Rosewood
With Singleton, we stop a flow good
Whippleton killer top biller for G's, Non Phixion sleepers with jeans
Never fall asleep, lace Pall Mall, a final
heard, go and spread the word
If you been shot by us, then that's what ya deserve
We stay ghetto, not suburb, dress superb
Keep birds in the cage wit
me God # 7
I like birds cause I'm a hawk
Try to clown me hoe and I'ma walk
Rockin ya party is my favorite part
Did it for an hour and I didn't
fuck I hate to win if I play
This game ain't no joke, how can I be broke
When I on the streets 24-7 and mo'
I wamp stack in ? by spittin' it real,
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