Lyrics:
Bang-bang your head to this
And get hit by the metal fist
Another metaphor straight from my murder list
I can do this, get up and school this
Those who
the deal
Girls sayin he so handsome
I'mma Dade County yopper boy i earn stripes
I got soldiers that'll flop you for it
Now I'm bouncin with a hood rat
She
We use to sing that song in class when we were little
That song was lit, yep
A day in the life of Soldiers who march when they step
I still know
a real bitch by the way she hold me
I love my TRU niggas like I love money
if you fuck with no limit you never find nothin' funny
and I take it
Serv-On]
Chorus 4X
[Uzi]
Mercy mercy me, Lord forgive me for the wrong I've done
Ghetto child with a crooked smile I had a rough one
pulled over by one time
And when the 1999 rewinds
Didn't even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world it's nauseatin'
Everybody's hatin'
water to a sponge
“Thirsty Am I” uttered from the breath in lungs
See Him receive God’s wrath for man’s sin
Taken in with joy by the slain lamb then
He
First i roll one when i wake up
Then i roll another one just to stay up
All the ladies love us so the niggas hate us
Motivated by the money fuck
H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll
If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll
Braaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane
West Bellville,
4x: mmm mmmmmm
[mac]
Soldier rag on my eye, soldier fit on my frame
I scream, "whoa" when I come through makin that mac-11 sang
If I'm dyin bad,
for nothing
Dead till I walked in
Live at your function
Hypeman ya know me
Shottas & Army soldiers they guard me
Violence in Motion
VIM Yeah that's all
'm rising, I split that ghetto
It's that time, look at that bezel
Dining with that cello
Freaky-fine, a China fellow
He's pumpin' banana yellow, get that
Let
Most niggaz want titles and they, rap for fame
I'm the Ghetto Bill gangsta, best hustling in the rap game
Homies run they mouth in the hood like Jose
the ghetto)
I see your true colors,
(straight up) shining through
I see your true colors,
(I'm gonna make it out man )
That's why i love you
(yo) Father
rock rubies, amethyst
I'll fuck your wife cause she a groupie, scandalous
This for my bad hood bitches, ghetto glamorous
Yo, what we talkin' 'bout
Yeah, F-50
As times go by, I twist the lah
Fuck with me and my niggas, somebody gon' die
You think I'm off point 'cause
You see me gettin' high
But
affection
(I got ta) Turn a heart in my direction
(I got ta) Grab the mic from the stage and
(I got ta) Drop more spice than a Cajun
(I got ta) Smoke MC's
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
soldiers in the beef with rivals
Told my mama that I love her
Loadin' up my rifle we the idol
(Motherfucker) , you'll die today
I tell 'em snipe you (Brr)
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
Yeah, Fligga!,
Uh, rest in peace to the fallen soldiers,
Too much bakin soda left a crazy odor,
With this drive you gotta change your rotors,
And by
I really hate it
That we lost another soldier time and time
It seems this world be getting colder
You never really know
When your time gon be over
It
Two strikes on my record and a scared mind
[master p]
So I'm crazy, drive by miss daisy
Sellin' dope to all these motherfuckers and killin' babies
I
[silkk]
Yo, what's up nigga, this silkk the motherfuckin' shocker
I got my girl mia-x in this bitch
Unladylike, pimpstress, macstress, mobbstress, no
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