Lyrics:
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
uh, uh, Memph Bleek in the house
thugs from the R-O-C
Sigel Sigel in the house
Uh-huh, sick bastard
Get your wig pushed back by the wig push-backer
Uhh, uhh, Memph Bleek in
gettin it by any means
I hold it down for all my queens
Ladies run it we run the scene
Family first that's city team
We da plug that's why they call
my vision go white
I'ts a fright can't save my life
I'll be done by tonight
So say goodbye
Cause sleepy just leveled up
And learned how to fly
No time
never even finished reading a
Book before if you just got
Offended by that last sentence
You should just stop reading
Close the book and walk away because
get caught fast i'll
Make it your last lie
You make up every single story
Just to pass by
You cast eyes on me and I felt harassed-by
Your last cries
a star gon be all night
I been working super hard I check my archive
Every plain situation I had to let by
Every threat they was sending I had to let fly
The years go by so fast
I thought that it would last
But now I'm dancing with
The Ghost of Christmas Past
The years go by so fast
I thought they would
And I want bitches by the 2s
I want you all to feel like this
White shoes
Black bag
She wanna change her last name
She wanna be famous
And she will
them
arab call me arab put im not pakastanie jus run to
yo granny cuz that ho can't stand me i am da man dats
y i demand money hop on this track so
more, call me Gold, Cuz I'm way more than a mind, body, and soul
My identity was stolen, they ain't bring me on the boat, I got crossed out by the people
Parched croon, off-time and all out of tune
White youth singing of blues they produced
Guevara Ts, please let a working man sleep
While your friends are
hung down in shame
I mighta been born just plain white trash
But Fancy was my name
"Here's your one chance, Fancy, don't let me down
Here's your
the crew
Death Row, fast life
Foreclosed on my past life
The white man call us stupid niggas
We spend it all, nothing for our children
Had it all, now it's
time in my mind
Come by sometime and just unwind
Last night was so nice
We tried my finest white wine
Told you hold tight
Doesn't this feel like old
own herd of cattle
And he rides at ease now down sage covered draws
He reigns up patient while his pony paws
And the last ridge he sees is still part
smoke, put the black on white
Call me Lil Boat, hit it back one night
Finna hit yo bitch from the back all night
Peng ting pull up, I'm like let's go
Make
(do me one favor)
And the whole world is yours (whole world is yours)
Told you that AP came Plain Jane (Plain Jane)
I'm screamin', "All aboard" (all
Your number, won't store it
Call me, I ignore it (hello)
I might get a 'Rari, 200 I floor it (Rari)
I was broke yesterday (yeah)
I was rich by
You hold me by the heart and you wear my soul
Last week showed me I'm scared
To be all alone
I'm selling out to the dream I'll
Be cool on my own i
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
like this when I’m in these walls
Passing it by like all my calls
I swear 2 lives no breaks I’m flawed
My name cannot be hauled
No force can be reckoned
hi sar par
Last year, I'd been kept Sherlocked, like a circus
Dost ghost face, one call and he's on ya',
No bandooks, hoti gun jam bruh,
She got
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