Lyrics:
tony hawk (i will)
Nigga really wanna fuck wit me
Yeah you know
Where i be (they not pulling up)
Me n the whole team
Living comfortably yea off oakley
It's because of you I feel the way I do,
I never met a girl who makes me feel like this,
It must be real because I feel it in your kiss.
Verse 2: Keith
to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead
Verse Two: Buckshot
Real niggaz represent and don't die
Never dead like I said all we fuckin
[Chorus: x2]
The east to the west
Up north to the down south
Live wires connect
So if you swangin' on thangs
(Keith Murray, UGK and oh my
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
told ya
Yeah, I do it real big by a coat check
With no bling-bling around my neck, yup
Redman and Sermon, with two icons
Nigga, I got a gut, fuck pythons
Yeah, G2G, I see ya
I'ma let the music do the talking
Minister in training, just getting my feet wet
Holy Ghost fire, yes I guess I'm on my Keith
Smith and Wesson
I keep it real but snitch with the textin'
I guess a bitch with no ass be breastin'
I been the shit and so I'm the next thing
(have big meetings)
Cause we comin to your town (that's right.. you game?)
(Your sicilian brothers will be in - town, will be there)
cool Keith, Big
Fuck the whole industry you tried to get rid of me?
Y'all must be kidding me y'all must be kidding me
Aye yo fuck the whole industry come
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
'88, Oshkosh and blue and white dunks (everything will be alright)
Pass the blunt
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep
'88, Oshkosh and blue and white dunks (everything will be alright)
Pass the blunt
Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on
Just keep
six mops
I catch mine and trap it for real
I don't diss ops bitch, what I got in store
Ain't at a gift shop
Y'all love to critique my raps
"I don't be
of the streets
The makings of a real MC, yeah, bitch
So just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
'Cause
of the Horsemen
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
And we abide by, the code of the streets
The makings of a real MC (C...C...C...C) yeah bitch!
from my lip clearer
Slip up the L.O.D. will be behind you in the mirror
I make MC`s go from regular to fantasize
Realize my Squad be categorized
I
skies comes blue
Through darkness comes light and I be known as the Guru
And this I certify we all should be alerted by
the traps within the system,
she Bad Boy
No Will Smith
Coughing like I need an ambulance
That's real piff
Lost ya arms in an accident
Still feel this
Ice all over my neck and hands
[Intro: Tebz Smith]
STERNSTRONG
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Tebz Smith
[Vs1: Tebz Smith]
If no be you by my side
Where I for be e?
If no be you
bullshit bra, you will see I ain't playin'.
[Chorus: x2]
You see I do it for the hustle,
And the niggas who stood over pots and watched that shit
or Smith & Westons
The streets don't love nobody, I promised I learned my lesson
Gotta see my daughter livin', my daughter livin'
Got two of 'em, gotta
"Be patient" (cookin' it up)
In my duplex with the bricks in the basement (bricks in the basement)
Real street nigga, never wrote no statement
They
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