Lyrics:
know the drill out here
Son, you better pack steel out here
The minute you show fear you get killed out here
I seen niggas slip and lose they will out
like I'll be sure to drink X.O.
Petal to the metal in the Lexo
How we make em shout like the ????, when we step out the Ice Cream van
BIOTCH... don't
it's about to get drastic son
Come mess with me and my boy sick, and you'll get your head blasted yea, I'm out
SickToxic on the mic
You all know exactly
sleepin' while he out in the open
An' I'ma get him, keep flowin'
We gotta raise our kids while we livin'
Make a million off a record, bail my niggaz outta
Or get hit with a brick in your back
Find your button jabbed, cut up in the back of my Pomtiac in a nap-sack
Denaun don't be bullshittm with y'all
I hang
Shane i will maintain
Every little position i gain to reign pain
It's skout no doubt knocking em out
Be the fullest with some bullets
Make em pour like
see-muthafuckin' Murder,
Q.B., Gotti, and Mr. Magic
When we hit 'em we hit 'em hard you heard me
Chorus [Fiend] 2X
Don't cry now
Nigga, don't wine now
'em brown, yellow
Puerto Rican or Haitian
Name is Phife Dawg from the Zulu Nation
Told you in the jam that we can get down
Now let's knock the boots
fooled you girl, p**** is power, let me school you girl
Don't get up off it 'till he move you girl
And let no playin' n**** rule your world and screw
Living at the speed of light, it's hard to follow I could be dead by tomorrow, I'm trying to face it
So why ain't I trying to reach? Get out, I've
Bullet hit his chest he cough up blood they think it's covid fools
Can't let no nigga talk me out my place
He think he plugged in that nigga think he safe
don't see me coming down
Specially when I got it by the pound
I might get a lil low but I'll never hit the ground
I got the whole damn world tryna jock my
live
Lamborghini wit the stick
Ridin up ten wit ten books and a half-breed
Tryna get to PA and the laws just passed me
And I can't i can't explain
now
Been a long time since the last time things were simple
Still I had to get it just the way meant to
I'm a beast when I ride on these instrumentals
the cannon hit
Make em bite the dust
I just issued the challenges
Then I dip out on my phantom shit
And watch em run amuck
Yeah
better run for cover,
'cause I'm the lyrical lover I stimulate and penetrate you like no other
I'm a hip-hop transformer,
A sexual performer Best get out
of three crook playaz
From tha North and West we holdin'
Keep on wit cha stuntin'
Watch out for tha big ol' bouldaz we throwin'
(Mr lucci) get up out my face
thing
Fuckin' hoes around the map
Walkin' down 125 while I'm
Peepin' out hotties
And they seduce my Jimmie
I'll be screamin' give me body
Make 'em all
a opp we hop on feet
I'm surrounded by steppas my Yungeen stay clutching metal
If I say get em they gone shoot Yo ass for free
My Yungeens play for
(JT on the track again)
As a matter fact, pulled up with extra ammo
(Samy made this shit)
Stopped by the store, me and my Loc, like get a pack
ticket out I took what I could from it
I was born by the river
I'm so cold make em shiver
I had to go get it I didn't have it in me
I was poor with my
It's a fuckin warzone out here dog
Double X
Oh my gawd is that Cloud?
By the way
By the way
They tryna hit my line by the way
I do this all the time
your bread n others tryna catch you slipping
But only god can judge you so beat em to the finish
Remember can't hold back no stopping now the sky's
you just keep it at hello
On my P's and my Q's till I get home
I'm not with all that shit I just lay low
He was serving a 10 in the bin
He got out
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