Lyrics:
flip the crack
And I'm quick to click and spit the gat
I be dipped in black
Sip the Coke mixed with Jack - Calico, clip to match
Like: where them cats
These niggas ain't ready ya know what I'm sayin? y'all niggas ready to ride?
Yo my nigga Zane up in this motherfucker! Yo this ya boy Uncle Luke
our fathers and slaughtering them all over the world
But it’s time that we spoke
Either you want us to live, or you don’t
Even so, there’s potential for
of talkin
It's time to move
Mike Jack when I'm walkin
Bitch I light up the room
Mike Jack when I'm walkin
Bitch I live on the moon
Mike Jack off them drugs
gs's sendin messages
two and two makes four, cristal's crazily pour
gun wars my crew phantom like swords
verse three: ghostface killer
with the green
Catch me in the 80's drop
Old school Mercedes with a brand new baby glock
Right from my Lady's sock with two bodies on it
Capricorn, Aquarius
Lost so
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels
[Chorus 2X: John Cena]
Y'all, bitch, crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound, to, lose, another one
and spit that shit called noise
Got your boys losin poise, kickin Stories like some Toys
Wit the kung-fu grip, don't trip
Watch the crack or break your
hand) Black boy (Always stick to my plans)
Black boy (They gon learn who i am) Black boy
Never going by your rules (By your rules)
Set shit up just for us
a legend when I live that shit?
You could talk about my music, I don't give two shits
Because sooner or later you gon' ride my dick
Icarus if I fall off,
PLANES 2 SEA
Written by Jared Price, All Rights Reserved Koma Toast LLC
INTRO
Yeah Imma make it plane 2 sea
Just a lil story Bout J to the P
Yeah
fake
And as the days go by, you can?t forget
The way I make you feel like shit
Mc?s like you, I?ve seen ?em before
You keep on saying "f**k too
nigga show me where the loot is
Goyard Hermès or the Louis I go hard for the bread I get stupid a jack boy take mine then I'm shooting
I never seen
(Let me know boy, boy)
Cuz a chick gotta live (A chick got to live, ooh yeah)
[Missy (Nicole)]
Third time (Third time)
I moved you in, took you
called Phase 2
And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew
Once a week we're on the street
Just a-cutting the jams and making it freak
For you
Wake up wit a headache
But i still ended up on the isle
With the cheese
Oh you a live saver
Or sweet tart
Trident like a tittian boy be smart
I got gun
balance of the battle axe
Irons is brandished at, thugs draw they hammer back
It's where you find the News Two crew cameras at
It's where my fam is at,
Three]
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I lay the smack down
Done been through hoods where you better watch yo back now
Cause nigga, laws nigga
The code we live by
Hey I'd like to tell you a little story
About my man named dee
Yo, even from when he was little
He was like kinda on a tough tip
Doin all that stuff
The cops passed by, but he stayed calm
Cause the leather trench coat was keepin him warm
But this time they walked by real slowly
He thought to himself,
a contender, no, pretender, best surrender
My agenda is killin' shit, they feelin' this (Sinatra)
Yeah, we live and thorough
Assassinatin' every single
mini, money, mini, mini
It ain't all about the money
When I was hustler, two dogs by my side plus a black pistola
Loud MCs, feel the silencer
Y'all still
won't
Bumpin' heads with niggas, where you from?
East Side, Long Beach, nigga, 2-1
The homie just got parole
And he got more stories than the Highway
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