Lyrics:
Death is coming nigga better stay strapped
Better lock your doors better watch yo back
I said death is coming nigga better stay strapped
Better lock
soldier deployed
I'm the trap god but I give the glory to God
It's a knife on my K and my tongue is a sword
I'm the plug and the cord, get it all in
motherfuckers don't know what time it is
So show these motherfuckers what's happenin
Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in South Central
God damnit!
But when the DJ's get they brains
Blown they screamin "Y'all wrong"
It's a cold world, so the slugs is like Freon
Dope boy in the hood, hat with the D
the serpentine
They tryna rat on my K, got raised to Hell, invade the sales
They want some battles with greats
God fall from his grace, banana clips
Them
Or someone else that you will see
Their trying to leave your destiny
By the time you think about it your grown
And then you gotta say god damn I gotta leave
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Y'know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my man
guys
And so you ask about the god DO
I'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch
You think not I'm respected and feared around here
And so I must
Yo yo life is hard so I dedicate to God
Mad cats sell coke tryin not to starve
Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina
Saw moms
Intro (Siri)
And R.I.P. Dj Shay
Verse 1 (Grafh)
I just think how short life is, Uh
They probably give me my roses after they honor me
Stabbed me
EDO TO THE WORLD
GE GE, THE BEAT IS BY BAYOLOGIC
DJ SWAGG, JOE BLAQUE, X BABA.
EDO TO THE WORLD
OH YEAH, LET'S GO.
BOLALE!!! BOLALELILELE,
BOLALE
Maceo - Nextel Chirp
For all you player haters out there,
You've tuned into the sounds of the Southern Style DJ's
(yup)
You've tuned into
'cause my name is Mellie Mel."
Say what, why'all.
Say what.
To the DJ scratch, the metro match
'Cause we're comin' out fresh with a brand new
Sucker
[ VERSE 2: The E (& DJ Boss) ]
Time to start the rhyme scheme over (over)
My dog's name is Dick, not Rover (not Rover)
I don't believe in
Uh, GOOD Music, this our year
Backing drums by DJ Premier
Now let me count it down
Who the fuck up in here
Common, Don, Old G, battle rap, oh
That
damage
So we go on and on, word bond
Mics they got torn by the 'cause long as jimmy cracks corn bores
Ham hand gets no support
By the god squad,
on, and the most hated
Hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card
why'knahmsayin?)
Oh yeah yeah, Craig B. ? Love and the Legend
And DJ Eric Vaughn, hah
(Word up)
Yeah
Notice this!
They put "In God We Trust" on a dollar bill
for me, yeah
[Verse 1: The Game]
I swear to God, it feel like every day is my birthday
Let the top down, California's my birthplace
So I'ma take
are
Against saying what we want to say the right way
Ya know what I'm saying, so what we're gonna do
Is kick back, swing a little funky beat by my
I too talk
slow down the pace make e no be like say I too rush
He keeps showing love, can't deny that the love is so much
I love you God , I love you
didn't wanna see me win but God did
They didn't wanna see me win but God did
They didn't wanna see me win but God did
They didn't wanna see me win but God
your back
'Cause we're after your punk ass
By God, we're gonna jack it
Your journey is small time, and your show is over
You're 'bout as lucky
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