Lyrics:
they catch on they bitch on
The position to get pissed on, there no Kelly here so no pissin' on
He pissed off them police by driving too slowly
gold frosted or ceramic
Told bro spin it so he spun it
We are not the same, big Mike's from a whole different-
Top bins, what a set piece, fling it in
soft
And I'm the black hearse that came
To haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die, come at Nas
If you want a war, get
you already know that
Let’s kick back til you make this throat crack
Fuck me til the mornin
Neighbors here me moanin
He killed the kitty, tombstoning
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
is
I respect you, my love's limitless
But what are you becoming?
You wanna be the man or the woman? Play your position
Mornin' or night I'm lickin'
soldiers, I thought I told ya
Let's get ready to rumble, them niggas stumble
Hit em with left blows
Fuck it got death blows
Ready to got to war? Let's go!
We
just to flip her
See I ball with no team
Choppa R Kelly you get Wet up inside your Dreamz
Brand new glock connected to me like bluetooth
Without you by
heavy-headed 'til it's comin' on
Then the weight is lifted off my shoulders, and the struggle's gone
Pen Ultimate, I love this song
When the drums hit, I always
a treat to trick or treat a little
Collecting candy on my stained lips
The only emotions I feel
Are when we’re hit by the plague and it just hit
I could've
Some man say it's a psycho ting
But them man are fake on a lypo ting
Us man are big dargs, them a Michael 'ting
Roll by on a cycle ting
Man better take
(We are soldiers after all, down by honor we won't fall
After all, all, all, all, all....)
[Christ Bearer]
When them guns go off, bitches hit
nothin is all I find
Missing the way that we be touching, fucking
All night til the mornin light
Can't keep my compsure
I've been wanting to come over
Just
(mentally ill)
Go on your grill, with the steel you get killed
Oasis, they hate this, I got the latest (latest!)
Surviving R.Kelly, I was locked in
bang Big B in my face, my nigga
By mornin', I'ma check 'em out this bitch
Bean bag, know that gon' make this bitch
Lock down 'til the whole line get
FREE RIDE
Words and Music by Dominic T. Kelly
Just sit back and buckle
Got my world packed up in this pick-up truck
Headed out west gonna make my
burnin' but it feel nice
Sneakin' not to seek out the night
And I'm sorry ma
Cause the downtown lights are never off
Hypnotized by the evening demons
Stop it' watch it' I'm fuckin mad dogging
Hit you in the head dead on like a bop it
Money in the pocket, call that profit
Flyin so high feel like I'm
girls
Correction, I mean women
No R. Kelly
Love pissing off my side bitches
No pun intended
Easy on her feelings
She so timid
But I'd drop the world
If
pan for some gold
It's not much to live off, but I live by it. Anyway, who are you?"
I looked him in the eye and said "well you mustn't have heard me
and went to the mall damn
I, needa calm down
My, niggas all down
For smoke
To smoke
You know
That these flows are cold
It’s cold as it gets like a flawless
to hold, he couldn't pick it up
Pass the mic, let him try to get paid
He hit the stage, it went off like a hand grenade
Now scrape him off the floor
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
a white jacket (yeah)
More O's than Google searches
That ass flat like the Earth is
Look, mathematics
Might hit a stain like it's 2011
I'm with gang
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