Lyrics:
to the drama looking for who's clapping
Night boo
What I eat him, he like food
Pulled out the barrel
4-5ths rip through bone marrow
Make his toes spiral
bricks
Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C.
Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP
Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips
For
should start by saying yo
I don't know your name but excuse me miss
I saw you from across the room
I got to give her game proper
Spit it so she get
some people don’t get that
The best way I can describe it is this
If you were standing in your house, and you heard footsteps come up behind you
Thugs together forever splittin apart is obsurd
I wish they'd stop wit all of these rumours
'cause we ain't goin nowhere baby
This is for life..
[All
they hate you or love you
Man this shit is real...,
Either you gon' strive for something or live your life for nothing
Damn this shit is real...,
I'm
tremendous pain, you get your frame inflamed
Crushed to dust, by the next man's clutch
It's Infamous you fucks, intense bad luck
Stand strong on our two
Aye
What's your name how you doing?
Asking' me all of these questions
What's your name how you..
What is it you wanna know now
What's your
ceases to amaze me
Girl, I wanna get you in to my bed
But we ain't gonna sleep, we make love instead
Your vagina is a self-cleansing muscular tract
a bad cop
You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan
That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington
The Hidden Hand even planned this man
Bitch, they done let me loose.
Thought I run my mouth, cause that bitch look cute.
Grip the 4-5th, cock it, aim & shoot.
The rounds in this bitch,
by rights
Had to get a tank, had to get 'em running for their money to the bank, ah
State your name
Who the fuck is this? Why you walking like you
now I can stunt
I'm taking off 5, 4, 3, 2, 1
I left a trail nigga taking off launching (Phew phew)
(Vroom) This how I feel this how I feel
This how I
{Little girls.. think they're hardcore..} (4X)
[Kool Keith]
You got nine cars tons of champagne by the cases
Two thousand people killed
burnt that tracky
And we got rid of the stolen car
DC step I don't think that you heard this
When 2 got got by my G
I know them man there were just
dream dream dream
Now it's 4AM
Man fuck this shit I'm going for a walk.
I'm subordinate.
I talk so much
I think a lot.
Mind racing at a million miles
hopes by fourteen, know what I mean?
Just lost Slice just lost Stax
Lot of stress, man, right now
It's all messed up now yo, it's time, hold your
laughin' at this hoe
nuts on rich and rings
makin' me feel right
oh what fun it is to know
that I'm gonna get this pussy tonight
so ring them bells, ring
dashin' through the snow
In a candy red top 6-4
Over the hills I go
Laughin' at this hoe
Nuts on rich and rings
Makin' me feel right
Oh what fun
if i up a mistress
Your friends can get my with my friends but this is not a friendship
Move something
Move something
Cut to the chase you wanna
the world
Would you buy all my bullshit?
Masquerades and emotions
Accolades and promotions
Because I stand by my high hopes on tight ropes
With this dope shit
a neighborhood,
Where people piss on your stoop every night?
Bohemia, Bohemia is a fallacy in your head,
This is Calcutta, Bohemia is dead.
MARK
Dearly beloved,
We
While im looking thru your files
Like is this really happening
Consequences of you trappin then
Throughts filled with worries
Felt like i needed oxygen
on a second homie, let's get this clear
Look the wrists stay, rocked, the Ruger stay
Cocked i hope you smoke a lot
Cause I supply your weed, spots
Got a few
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