Lyrics:
they goin down like a comet
And when these suckas see by dick they get to hoppin' right on it
Where I'm from we ain't havin' no gangs
But I still flip
got time to chase 'em
Havin' drug cap
Put the gun on the tire by the hubcap
Runnin' the streets with some Rugrats
They said
"Fuck school" and they love
go
It's hard to measure the pleasure of havin' you in my presence
Your smile makes me smile, I'll show you my style
You can shop a little bit, I'll
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
on the highways of rap
Choked up by the smoke and the charcoal
A lotta stamps and brands, we like a barcode
I'm bashin' all the media strikes to keep the media
Put in a hard day's work, get a good nights sleep
I know some of y'all think Colt's kinda odd
But I'm loud, proud and country by the grace of God!
on every roof
By the light of the neon moon
Santa wrapped his bag with a dixie-flag
He was havin' the time of his life
And you could hear him call
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
can't stop with the body rock
See I've got heart like John Starks
Hitting mad sparks
Pass me the mic
And I'll be rocking the whole park
I'm the m
and runnin' hard, hauling ass. 'cause I'm a nigga known for
havin' a notorious past. My mind was slick - my temper was too quick. Now the
FBI's all over my
speaking
Soul awakening
Got to be hard so they fear ya
I ain’t playing man
Killa Killa in the mirror
Tell me what you see
Imma killer killer in the mirror
Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle Lucefer stew
Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven
And said he sold drugs by day 'cause havin cream was
of weed to keep from goin' under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
Now I got two Rottwillers by me bed, I feed em lead
Now I'm released, how will I live? Will God forgive me
for all the dirt a nigga did, to feed
ain't got time to fuss
Tryna stack like 20 racks before the summer end with no hiccups
I'm havin' dreams about me and my niggas ridin' in Bentley trucks
Something Wicked (Holy) by Christine Anderson
Eve in the garden gives Adam a hard on
And no one will pardon the snake
Look who invents him
Meanwhile the cop that killed Charleena Lyles still ridin’ ‘round the city
Two day suspension for equipment violation
Jason Anderson left his taser at home
appearing in the uploads
Born in ‘03 in Anderson
Was inspired by Pac at an early age, so I do no pandering
Don't sell me bull, I know the prices
I'm damn near
hustle hard to keep the sharks fear (Yeah)
For the score go to war like a jarhead (Hi-Tek!)
New York, New York, New York, New York, New York! (Woo!)
New
some gots to have it
Kill or be killed
Only time will reveal
I think by myself
And I drink by myself
From 9-8 until
Let me know it's real son if it's
of home, never homesick down that road
In my room by the moon with no ceiling
"Brown sugah", she called me
The last time we spoke
This hard drive gon'
Covered up by pillows
Oh no
I'm lookin' for them trizicks
Tryin' to put a group up in they clizick
I'm comin' up quick
I'm takin' no shots bustin'
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