Lyrics:
shoes they killing they partnas
Blue balenciagas, just to prove you got like 1 million dollars
Blue balenciagas, fashion killing n****s just to look
I'm killing it
They surprised by the come up they jealous
Wanna be my friend cause they see I'm up now
But I can forget what they used to tell us
on these thots
But you saved me from that, so I love you a lot
I'm sorry my timing was off
I'm killing myself before I do you wrong
I'm grateful you here,
sumin')
If 2Pac was here, he would coach me
Real nigga rockin' a Rollie
This for C Murder in Angola (This for C man)
I slept by him every night (We was
Chorus x2
Have they come to spill my blood
Have they come to sentence me
Will I leave here with my life my lord
If the law men capture me
Fuck on a opp nigga's bitch on the daily (on God)
Ball on a bitch, Tracy McGrady (that's on God)
Throw B's up for the brazy (on God)
I put the K in
the wind
Tryna get it but you are not me yeah
Because my drip is unique yeah
Jiggy Jiggy, we the fleet yeah
About like three K for the meet yeah
I was
Mama told me I was born to get it
By 21 I was quarter million'n
I was corner pitching now I'm foreign whipping
Temp tags on a rental car, in a fiend
outfit, could get your mouth split
It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me
'Cause I slang these things like a G
It's on, is anybody killing for
It's a shame, but it ain't no thang to me
'Cause I slang these things like a G
It's on, is anybody killing for the summertime
I gotta get another
catching a rare case
That was your bitch making my heart hot
Hopped off the bedroom, then I fly by
Fucked on your friend, tell me I'm a bad guy
I can’t
have that drank
Yeah, my nig, y'ain't know? I feel like I'm gonna fucking faint
Nigga, tell me what you know 'bout Frank, Nito, and Young Guido
Paul
Yeah, you ol' pussy-ass, cake-ass, punk-ass, trick-ass
Sucker-ass, fuck-ass, dick-in-the-booty-ass
K-Y Jelly-packing-ass nigga
You better get your
Tou smashed in the face by the vase of Cool J
I'm--[scratches]
I'm a beast on the microphone, a night stalker
A killing machine, a savage street
pass me by
Niggas think I'm crazy
Cause I gotta keep that iron
If you seen the things I've seen
And lived the life I left behind
When you look into
on Cleveland Ave by the K-Mart, bitch
I brought them bags to the hood and made 'em slang our shit
In Atlanta y'all don't know how good my face card is
Turned
business
And I stay inspired
By people who get it
Yeaa
It's the truth
Run me up
And I stay inspired by
People who get it
And I stay inspired by
People who
Uh
Uh
Stepped in the building
Game I am killing
Fuck all ya feelings
Aye
I was just chilling
Now I'm a villain
Cause I been killing em
Aye
How I been
got me right as f**k, these n****s talking bout killing me still ain’t light me up, you ain’t never chill with g’s or play with them keys, can’t help
Razkals Naughty By Nature
They had Delinquent Habits with a Gravediggaz Flava
And a Lighter Shade of Brown Dru took us Down
To a Digital Underground where
else can really bother me
Domestic violence cases win the lottery
Poverty
Killing over government property
So many niggas shot down by authority
and throw the Funkytown sign
I'm on that other level, a coffin and a shovel
?Fly? down to put yo ass, before you meet the Devil, the metal
Penalties I pay by
crawl and hit rock 'n' roller
I'm caught in the swinging, hear no ties by the Pendulum
Just ???, so this is how I'm killing them
K is on the M.P., Jazz is
Paul Rosenberg'll go
The height of my game is like a DeMar DeRozen vertical
No one understands me, only one sicker than me is 'em
I'm into DMC, runs
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