Lyrics:
from the oven with it, came from the dirt
I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt
You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in
it back on these niggas Soopafly
Show em what that Eastside LBC DPG like
Do you remember Wallabies and Crocusacks
Relicts gun pellets and blue
funky ass shit from the dangerous crew
Debbie D came through, with FM Blue
Shorty be rolled up smokin' fat ones
Pee-Wee had a crew in the back room
(The dressing came on the side)
"Girls love being with other
Girls, and when you go back
To us being younger
We would have slumber parties and we'd
Be
a ball
Way back in the days, you was as big as a cow
But look at you now, at jams you say "ow"
A sex disease was a common as TB
But gays today get
I am him, I exist, Fires lit
You can have the hoes though I'm no fireman
8? Nah 100 Mile, son don't fuck around
Came in the game made it rain like
shit
fuck ah job
But im tryna get rich
Been told on, 69 shit
Back to back talking lilo and stitch
On the stand like you ah you ah snitch,
Toss ah 8
And I wanna hear that tune by Redman 'Can't Wait'
That tune the bomb, yo"
"You got it, coming from The Darkside Radio
This is 'Can't Wait'"
Woo, yo
It's that time of night and I'm
Dressed to kill like I'm a fire bomb
We can only hang if you're alobam
Oya come let's show them how we jam
It's that
words, by very, very peaceful methods to bring
peace, you know instead of peace through violence,
that's what we're trying to do and if we succeed in
that,
ya knife up out my back
This ain't how you posed to act boy I'm a real killa
I don't wanna die in prison I wanna die by the trigga
Don't cry for me
the drum up go get back
And it's come get back cuz you know the address
I can tell thats by the way that he dress
All that colorful shit hope you kept
package come get it if you want it
Young nigga Did it by his self i don't got a big homie
Just achieving my goals i been progressing by my lonely
Don't give
they grind on
Yellow red or brown bone
Call me when your guy's gone
If you gotta shake that lick
Them haters get they diet on
She's the type rich men
Yo, I'll never do the baseball with you
'Cause your hoochie-coo was so smooth
Was it such a sin to let, let me in?
Hooked by your ever-so-shyness
dutch
Ow, the bubble butch
All up in the party swangin' E's and C's
Wit a car full a heat, hope you want my beats
I came to the party dog by myself
Twenty
the driver had to do just to pass by you
That's if you ask me
So, shawty, don't do the dash on 'em
I hope you never crash on 'em
What good is flashin'
a crook but i live by a code
If i do dirt do that shit on my own
And if i get caught gotta walk it alone
You do not live what you talk in yo songs
You
like Brek if any might step
I've got the whole game tryna bury my rep
I'm ahead by much more than twenty-nine steps
Still got more than you ain't got any
Stupid ho's that I use to fuck around wit'
Way back, see a nigga now and they say that I changed
Put another notch in the game
You watchin'
the back
Of my four wheeler on Daytons we skatin'
You waitin' she real late and
Damn you real patient we real players
But we really don't play like
Joseph
eyes turned to you
And mine cried
And I turned blue
Yeah
Praise to the most high
I was getting fly in the back of the BM5
While, she was asking my first
back blood
Holla at em Hov
[Jay-Z]
I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Notia, Myrtle and Park
Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark
That's why
now
Like Stevie Wonder ima speak out loud
‘Cause where you live is where you stand
And you shouldn't get chased by any man
Even if they got a stick in
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