Lyrics:
life
Don't wanna get caught in the lights
And the flashing pictures
Balanced by consumption of mixtures
Plus whole ounces and bitches and getting lost in
with da kimbo deagles burning
Feeling like blade kill the evil by the morning
Taking off my shirt if a nigga try to run it
The pack I'm selling don't
Yuh, come on
Yuh, T L A P
You say that you get it, I know that you don't
I say that I get it, I get it some more
He get to runnin' he ain't got
Speed of light
How the days go by
Ya I might
I might lose my mind
Out of sight
I been losing time
Thats alright
Cause I'm gon get mine
Ouu I'm in
When courts verdict force vermin to trade ventricles for turnips
And by the blade it's servants versus the observant
One heat from source of furnace,
your temple by tenfold
The pinnacle, profit while the prey upon the weak (weak)
Nothin' changin' but the days when all the infantry is sheep (yes)
Lets get it my guy
Talk to 'em
I have my Wheaties early morning
By the time that y'all be yawnin'
I be on my second workout
You should take this
Let me be your thief star crossed on a blade
By the beating of wings and the din of the death of the day
Every drop I've spent for the omens we have
a tyrant slick like a pirate
Known to get violent move or get silenced
Ask yaself; who's crew is the livest
Who's quick with a blade and smooth with
round the corner, you gon hear my axe scrappin
Your bitch pillow talkin', gettin dick down by a bunch of dudes
piss up on a fuck boy, blade scrappin on my
we get it each way
When I'm in a funk I put on dunks like the east bay
Withdrew four by hundred like a relay
Withdrew four by hundred like a relay
Let
bitty
All the bitches love me
I be choosing hoes like eeny meeny, miny moe
Catch a opp by the toe
I'm a let this choppa go
Ain't really got no time for no
sparing no niggas
My bro pop out with that new Glock Gen5, he tryna go get em
Getting caught by yourself the easiest way to die, cause it ain't no witness
with gin
Let me begin, before the days of committin sins
I was a lil' knucklehead getting courted in
Till I die c.p.t., y'all can't budge me
Kill a nigga
an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin my tricycle, a hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receivin stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretons with
shit gon' get me paid, yeah
Boss a nigga up, RIP Blade
The people want a party, don't shoot the DJ
He with the other side, we gon' spin the DJ
it, map it, we can score
it, I need three guns, and a soldier to stand
by the door wit. No bullshit, I loaded up my
lyrics and two shotties
you made in a month in one night
Now I'm walking in New Orleans with my homies
And I'm tanning on my shoulder blades
This is what you couldn't see in
the state of shock, make 'em drop hits of cocaine
I bang with the big boys, those who hold name
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
I swing blades
sticky cheddar
Verbal terrorist, I'm livin' in a street life of rage
Machine gun sprayed and wet up the whole stage
Iron junk, metal razor blades I
busters by theyself
Celly Cel:
They got no time to be trippin' on
Niggas that's tryin' to keep me down
I put that bumpin' on your trunk
still scream "Fuck the World" _Til My Casket Drop_
I give a fuck about parole and these bastard cops
He could see me on TV coat with two glocks and a P
the state of shock, make 'em drop hits of cocaine
I bang with the big boys, those who hold name
Amateurs get hung with they own gold chains
I swing blades
nobody I
Can get it by myself
Why you try comparing me to
You when there's a difference?
Copy all my shit but we all
Know that I'm the genesis
If I'm еver
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