Lyrics:
one of you
No, No your not by yourself
There's somebody else who's been there too
I know what you think about the good 'ol
Red, White, and Blue you're
understand it
Their kids gone and even reach a man yet
I try to free the hip
Hop when I rapping lines
But every time I try
It ends up being crime time
Go
the genie
Niggas is ass out like fat bitches in bikinis
Read between the lines, see what I see?
I see the diary of a sick bastard
Junior MAFIA blaster
Rugers
the time
I hate the sort of feeling when there's someone else in mind
And its the time for killing
By hearing all the time
Drive me out of line
today,
Feel tomorrow like I feel today,
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away.
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her
Well my momma met my daddy down in Alabama
They tied the knot so here I am
Born on the bayou on the Texas Line
Loved in Louisiana and raised
tomorrow lak ah feel today
I'll pack my trunk, make ma git away
Saint Louis woman wid her diamon' rings
Pulls dat man 'roun' by her apron strings
'Twant for
be
I just can't believe
Uh
Yeah
Listen
Change, it wasn't caused by
Age, that was the enzyme
Meaning that that sped it up but
Death ain't caused by
contacts
Madara flow whenever I'm facing armies
Vice city outcome, ended by the palm trees
Dwayne Wade hustle- only count 'em by the 3's
3rd eye closed-
My woman stands at her window,
Curved lines 'gainst square glass
Uprais'd arms, bent, downfolded
'Gainst sunset red and golded
Come to me
Come
days i wasn't winning then
Ride by the country view, imma just swerve down little Rissington
Demons from within, baptize in holy water rinsing them
The kids who played with sticks down by the creek
Now Johnny grabbed his pocket knife
And drew a line can hardly breathe
I'm praying that these xxx do
Yo broski
I heard them man der orochi
Pure snakes in the grass
Racks Get your head banned like shinobi
Best not side step by the gang
You lost your
Just driving through town
I stopped at a red light
Can't believe what I found
Five foot five
Baby blue eyes
Dixie cuts hanging
Off her thighs
I don't
off but me into space
Had to step back on the tarmac (Yea)
Y'all little hittas need to step back
Fucking with the kid with a red maniac, as a kid he
it to your door
Yeah we still at the blocka
Sixty by the railroad
Only having hot shit the green
Shit is too slow
Working Pete booth we gon add
It if
bubble waitin for me
Investigators sendin snitches for me
Sold out, lines around the block
Niggas waitin for a whiff of that base and that rock
Chicago
One, two, take a look at you
Death by matrimony!
Hey sucker,
(What the hell's got into you?)
Hey sucker!
(Now there's nothing you can do.)
still
Then all of a sudden, in the wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said boys that's the mark for me
But by then the taillights was
the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all
the red
They don't bump heads no mo
They fill up heads with led and holes
And average pedestrials and bystanders passing by have died and become vegetables
bed time
Red lines serve as margins where we marginalized
Where we starve in the yard til the garden arrives
Uptown, Uptown, Harlem, Rucker, Cup Brown,
never tell me that you don't wanna see me with a crown
Drown downtown and forgot to make a sound
Now i'm big boy with respect in my town
Burned my red
Ride or die
Yeah, you're my ride or die (ride or die)
Always standing right by my side (by my side)
You know I can't deny
Yeah, you're my ride or die
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