Lyrics:
still yearnin'
There'll be no mercy for you once you've lost
Now I'm all worn down by weeping
My eyes are filled with tears, my lips are dry
If I
by the way imma shred it
East coast, we the beast coast
I'll be damned if they really think they could beat us
We know, you can't see low when it
Manhattan awaits
I'll never say what happened upstate
Too close to call, call it even, even though I got it down pat
No pat downs, just pounds and daps,
past seven I'll slide by the time it's nine you gon' be put to sleep
Way I been spitting these rhymes I feel like Bron and it's my rookie season
Who
Let this be our last goodbye
No need to wonder why
Never had the time to try but don't blame me
Don't let me down so slow
Damage done now you can go
to be an insomniac (Facts)
At least when I blow I could say I did it to myself, pause!
Y'all are J. R. Smith if I get a shot I could never blow it (Nah)
ridin I'll sign on niggas
but I'll die for a few niggas:
Suga Slim, Manny, and my Hot Boy Clique,
never forget my B.G. cause I know he'll kill
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
the pin and you know down to spin the bend
He usually don't miss but if he do he'll spin again
Looked up to the lord like I'll never sin again
But he
I never will marry
I'll be no man's wife
I intend to stay single
For the rest of my life
One day as I wander
Down by the sea shore
The wind it
break apart a nigga
But the dog is bigger, under stress
So unless you wanna get blessed to the chest
With slugs from the Smith & Wess, rest
break apart a nigga
But the dog is bigger, under stress
So unless you wanna get blessed to the chest
With slugs from the Smith & Wess, rest
shit be too sad to say
Now I gotta mention how the homie DMX passed away
X was a one of one could never be duplicated (never)
It was dope seein' how
have broke it soft and slow
Now all that's left's a feast of crumbs
I'll be holding on
But honey I'm just too
Lonesome, broken, and blue
Lettin'
the bitch up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
Niggas yelling ha's and ho's we dumping out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
bones
Apparently I'm back in my zone
Exotic weed, I can't be lonesome
Diamonds dancing just like salsa
I'm getting the bands, I'm right back home
you
A long old lonesome day
Well, an' it seem like tomorrow
I'll be the same old way
Well, tell me baby
What's gettin' wrong wit'ch you?
Why
never slippin', I'm a pimp (pimp)
Fuckin' with a quarter million, nigga, what a feelin' (feelin')
Abort the mission, nigga, they be tellin' off
feel like your life falling apart
Gotta let your light shine bright outta the dark
No matter what I'll never compromise my art
Yeah, yeah
Just follow
the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawin' someone
By the way they're runnin' you would swear the law was comin'
It's now or never, and tonight it's all
the screams of 'em you would swear I'm sawin' someone
By the way they're runnin' you would swear the law was comin'
It's now or never, and tonight it's all
for you to start testin'
Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin'
I'm rollin' with a mob and runnin' from the cops
Drive stolen cars
for you to start testin'
Gimme a Smith-N-Wesson I'll have niggas undressin'
I'm rollin' with a mob and runnin' from the cops
Drive stolen cars
Ain't nobody tryna rap or play me
I'll be at they crib wit a couple hammers and a black OAV
Black gon' pay me still get the smack on Baisly
'Cause I'm
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