Lyrics:
Verse 1
I ain’t never had a problem with a chick bro
I just tell her to swallow and then to get ghost
I don’t care if she’s a model she will get no
had to put them shit on skates, yeah
sliding on the beat, I call it Crosby, let me lace, up
talking ain’t gon’ cut it, gotta show me what you made
it is by sellin cocaine, but I'm sayin'
Use your brain homie, do the right thang! (Lemme talk to 'em)
Use your brain homie, do the right thang!
My name like the Rangers, I write in Stone
Chano my nigga, he right or he wrong
Stars in the roof it's a, ayy, yeah
It's a war zone at home
Ayy,
When you're broke, busted and disgusted
For you ain't got nowhere to sleep
I'm gonna find me a woman to stand by my side
'Cause I'm so tired
-ék s a Free...!
It's been a hard day's night
You ain't nothing but a…
I can't get no, satisfaction,
I can't get no, satisfaction,
I can't
she aint wearing no panties and she get it from her mame
2 live like luke in i smoke like snoop
i fish tail out the princes i do the rallies no
a massive super tax
If they sell it in the shops you'll have to buy it by the gram
No more fucking ounces this ain't fucking Amsterdam
People shuffling round
what I've done
Who I am or where I'm from
If you don't know it by
Now then you just dumb
I ain't got no pistols, inf beams
Choppers or no Dracos
No car,
gave him the gas face
And this ain't got nothin' to do with a scale
Or bein' gay, little faggot, but by the way
Thoughts are gettin' darker by the day
mama fear
Plug dry we done bought up, ain't no Obama here no hope nigga
Less words, impeded by dro, blo 'way from the door
No waitin for foes, im pacin'
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
smoke on twenty twins
After math use to load 50, hated by many men
Was chiefin bows n mount pleasant but I ain't Indian
I'm from the lan I needa sing
WHAT WHAT WHAT
I'll bust your motherfuckin ass boy I ain't no Motherfuckin Joke
Know who you talkin to Ol Dirty Bastard
Know what i'm sayin
I'll fuck you
ain't afraid to use it
Bruise you bad (Sucka)
What confusion? I mean
It's useless to step to this (Ah hah)
Nas, Kurupt we dangerous (Woooo)
Contendin'
green like a frog
I tuck the Glock under my belt goodnight
You wake it up you gon' be in my sights
You could be tall i ain't afraid of no heights
I'll
to motherfuckers, who ain't go no cake
When you all fucked up, and can't get no break
When your fake ass friends, don't help you out when you need it
Be on some
just outchea tryna live
I ain’t claim to be no hero
Got paper like a bureau
Dig deep dat’s burrow
Keep it mf thorough
Off the wall like a mural
going rowdy, no rich
Been a rebel, evil forces try to make me quit
I ain't never take from a nigga no shit
Real rap, if I'm going pop it's my shit
This
people think that this here is political
No cartoon shrek this here is so critical God can use you and he can use an enemy
If god can use me he surely can
famous nigga
It's up its stuck
Swear the streets it ain't show me no love
Took some ls now I call it a dub
Got the juice I became the plug
Use to bang with
Already on me
Shoutout to Fregley
Man, you so deadly
But that’s not who this about,
Songs about a real special guy
Who goes by the name Bob Duncan
(Hyah)
hand to the plow, it ain't no looking back!!
I'm walkin by faith, He told me Go and take His word all over the map,
Heal the sick, and feed the poor,
hand to the plow, it ain't no looking back!!
I'm walkin by faith, He told me Go and take His word all over the map,
Heal the sick, and feed the poor,
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