Lyrics:
and drop by
I'm not a man, I'm no a fan
We ain't friends, I'm not that guy
Two flex and flog, suck a dog
This part is getting man number one
I pull you,
Children, go where I send thee
How shall I send thee?
I'm gonna send thee two by two
Two for Paul and Silas
One for the little bitty
Baby was born, born, born
The ghettoes are fed up, we got the arms in the air
One two, watch out for the man in blue
Three four, I keep it raw and hardcore
Five six, you're
a heat check
If I get three in one day, then we need one for a heat check
I ain't scared to shoot my shot, that's a heat check
Bet I ain't scared to shoot
two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five one hundred percent
One by two by two by ten
Twenty by five
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
by the five couldn't get by
Four by the four that stood at the door
Three by the Hebrew children
Two by Paul and Silas
One by the little bitty baby
[Intro - Royce Da 5'9"/Mr. Porter]
Boy, I done warned you
I don't give a fuck, I do what I wan' do
Better listen up close nigga, don't trip
Yo heat's
Sixty-two-oh-five
Seventeen years alive (seventeen)
Chasing Father Time
Future's looking kinda high (way up)
My life passin' by
I been watching from
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
This stupid nigga got rhymes like
You told Passwurdz that 2Pac was only
Known for being well paid
But the only thing that he
Was really known for
Was for
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
the gate
I seen two more escape
It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it's amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols
weight
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8
And I love to ball
Chris Paul
Bitch, that's everyday
Sleepo got a cave of beats
I told Cuz to keep da heat
A lot of niggas in da
happening
Who got your shawty she hit nigga what's happening
Stand by your word ain't backing
That nigga fool he ain't posed to be pistol packing
No time for
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
listen.
Didn’t have shame, no inhibitions.
Some days didn’t eat, no gifts for Christmas.
Didn’t have heat, just the stove in the kitchen.
Stove in
team
They know I'm Down for my team
I hold it down for my team
Verse 2
96 I heard track
2 dope boys in a cadalliac
By big boy and three stacks
They
Raz, dva, tři, nedělám nic
V Hajzlu 2 chčiju na rap jedu punk bitch
Raz, dva, tři, nedělám nic
V Hajzlu 2 chčiju na rap jedu punk bitch
S radostí v
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
Part the Red Sea in red Louboutins, who the don?
Walk inside the club with all this Gucci on, you've been warned
Packing heat like two LeBrons
And my
And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out
My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high
In the AM G5's, so twist ya fingers up and bang
searching for the next con licks
They got straps out
Winter evening tryna get they stack up
5 degrees Celsius 22 hours stay stepped up
They hit the road
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