Lyrics:
a hint of remorse in me
Cold to my core feels like only in war do I ever find normalcy
Like on the beaches of Normandy
Live by the sword, I'ma die when
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side of the road
No likkle man steps
No we don't act like them
Said no we don't act like them
I was raised in LE3
Yeah,
Lord Smoke,
YM,
(Ey, yo Nes, let’s go)
I got broads in the Hampton,
And they all live for that big F,
Credit cards, and the scammers,
Big
two, three, four
[rah] grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old school
all our trees and ruin innocent people's lives by branding them criminals and throwing them in jails, or sending them off to drug camps, or taking all
cars by the date
So fuck what you heard, I'm the man girlfriend
Pullin' up in racecars, this nigga just got a Benz
He on 106 New Joint, I'm on MTV Big
knows this
So 1 2 3 4, for whom the bell is tolling
I'm rolling with Umdada and I'm um holding my swollen
And doing the project dance from back in
kick
In they fucking door
And lay your wife down, lay your kids down
And slice they neck, then I get respect
Even though I might pay the price
I'm living
nigga in the cipher of the camp
Just got amped and so I took 'em out for a dance
Bigger triggers falling down
Like the bridges of London, but ain't too
language
She offered me a hand
She provides me a semi soft landing
I'm trying to begin to understand life
The longer I try to live
I belonged to the night
I
come to your shows
But don’t you forget there’s another little Jew
In this industry that can rhyme like you
3 Minute Miracle , I loved that shit
Inhale
(Pull)
Let your mind through
Open the door and go live your truth
Come visit me up on Mercury
I made it myself so stop by and you'll see
All
[Intro: GBO]
GBO
With D.O.R.A., produced by
K-Yos
Woo
Brought to you by
Miagi
Bring in the chorus like
[Hook: Dora]
I can never go nowhere without
?
Why can't time just pass me by
Hope you can hear my cry up in heaven, oh my
Accomplishments go down the drain when I see the powder rain
Made me forget
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Poppa
Skated through with the Ceasar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
skip a long, are you ready, London?
Now Bobby timing out from London Town, baby, come on
Ted Bloomingham ska for your dancing needs
If you live in
dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear
the state champ years
A broke down store, live bait, cold beer
That old brick church, with three feet of waterworks
That old gravel lot full of four by
Thanks for landing on my album
Dylan land y, this is volume 1
The second part is also out now, i'm talking from 2022
Back 4 years in a song
she love me
Cool that’s what they all say
Revenge is like the sweetest drug next
To getting pussy and foreplay
You know I live by the mob way
Life is
seasons
Twenty-four seven, grinding all four seasons
Three-sixty-five, grinding all four seasons
In London there's big guns
You never know that
And there's
charge
We were four then three
Then four now three
Now we stand together like a family undivided
Provide support
We live and die for it
It's the most
6 feet under
Rest In peace roll one for all our fallen members
Hurricane that's the life we live
Being broke broke me
Sapa kan mi, shout out to my
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