Lyrics:
about...three of these as I said later, ...quarter of an hour goes by ... half an hour, we
try to stand up and leave. I mean, it was like, you know, "Gaaaahh,
to hear something
They start asking questions you can tell em you ain't hear nothin
Our party ain't a party if we ain't got no Bicardi
You won't find no la
deep thoughts, say mine on the highway
Loud as the hellcat, still couldn't hear it
My life gettin' colder, they still can't feel it
How you drop dimes we
to the blackboard jungle
Tough guy you better be humble
Round here they collect dead souls
You better be careful
When you hear the sound go
Dum dee dum dee duh duh
Yeah
She cannot live this lifestyle
He wanna play with us
Already know that we knockin' his lights out
That bitch wanna stay with us
Baby
You cannot
hearing excuses
Ard by that’s duces
Keep the shit breezy
And I’ll never catch you lackin
Leavin outta the Ruth Chris
Bullets started flyin
Like
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause,
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
A, tryna like Skep'
And the rest tryna sound like Chip
You ain't been platinum, silver or gold
You ain't even been bronze, you div (lowe it)
You
guns like Kuwait
FnN bullet hit 'em, make 'em shake
I can't hear the knockin', this beat really bump
We gon' get top floor, used to sleep on bunks
You
and again.
I love 'em dearly, but hear me, they burn severely
I'm weary to the point that I really don't want not one of them, none of them near me
Did
We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help
you say you get money by stressin'
My money look like it be stretchin
I put in that work like I'm Mexican
I don't fuck with that bitch, we just taxin',
I don't sell no pussy but you know I got that feel good
Out knockin em get home & ouu I made killing
Pussy whipped n****s don't want paper they want
upset me (she upset me)
I was knockin' crunch by the bunch like it's Nestle
You gon' end up slumped if you if don't come correctly
I been on a hunt,
I just wanna fade away
Fade away
I just wanna fade away from the fake shit
They tell me Nick you can't miss
I wanna be right by your side but girl
a murder most foul
Tommy, can you hear me? I'm the Acid Queen
I'm riding in a long, black Lincoln limousine
Riding in the backseat next to my wife
they hear the boom but you see the spark
And I seen the part of your head which used to be your face
Was replaced by nothin' for bluffin', what a waste
in the bank & take it out
Only L I'm holding is some Loud, can you hear me now
These bitches be actin' like they winnin tell 'em take a bow
I'm just
don't think you seen it
Standing by mine, i'm river i'm phoenix
Secret, secret
Cyclops, nigga move on the plot
Psych ops, tryna fuck up my top
Mic's hot,
erupt like the Boston Mara, um never mind
So by the time you hear this, I probably wrapped an album
Y'all better fuck with this shit, I'm bout'a take you
security will be knockin'
While Evil E's rockin', charlie jam and try blockin'
I'm a fuckin' mack that comes up by playin' the back
Ask my nigga, I'll be
a cone head
When I'm done go ahead, what the fuck this is
What the fuck you doin' bullshittin'
I hear, I hear, I hear man but that shit just don't compare
these words
It’s happening every day
And people wanna hear about it, Betty”
You see, it’s the story of a young girl
Making love for the very first
We'll live off the street fame!
God didn't send me in the right direction
I'm gettin' hit by a diesel in the intersection
I know you're out there help
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