Lyrics:
with a .44 Mag and you're frozen inside a body bag
Nobody iller, than this grave yard filler
Cap peeler, 'cause I'm a natural born killer
Terror
last bih
All my killers still gone crash shit riding with a mag bih
Out of the way I ain't ducking or hiding
Think he stepping on me? Nigga out of his
to show how deep all this pain goes
West Africa, Benin, they called it slave coast
Black is so confusin', 'cause the culture? They're in love with it
the fame, I hang around with killers
Creepin' on the (?)
Scrape, flush, shit (?)
Lil' one fightin' bias in the system
Even smokin' molly, can't remember
to slow it down with you
Just chain my hands down, make love to my body baby
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Baby-by-by-by
Chain my hands down, make love
fear?".
I ran around with the best killers,
thug criminals and drug dealers.
Blasting niggas if they come near us,
(???) with evil spirits, no
East coast killer, West coast killer [x8]
[RBX]
While childish MC's battle over coastal fronts
I come with no fronts and smash in monkey fronts
living in the sea
Together, forever I thought
But then those things
With human did appear
Separating us, I love mom
Now they force me to play the clown
friends and my lovers my family back home
Thank you i love you that's all that i know
Not good with words so i'll just burn my throat
Cheers to the ones
beauty and admiration and gaze of thought
Now, when you're in love, you choose that one plant that you wanna water
That you wanna see grow, by just
rider rims
If it's me, hell, you can tell by the design on the chrome
Crying on the phone
Ho thinking I'm in love with her
Cause she took me shopping
a strong team right
(By your side)
I love you too much to loose ya
Sweet dancin, you're there right by
By your side (yeah, yeah)
By your side (let's
I'ma born killer, you're face to face with scarface
You tried to ice an x, but that's a motherfuckin waste
Your schools fucked up g
And your momma
you, I love you
South beach smokin' out
With a lot of women, yeah it's goin' down
Any time I blow, know it's by the pound
I done got a cleaning lady in
the killer or be the dead dude in the news
I get it, what's a nigga to do?
No education in the hood got a nigga confused
Street livin', tough conditions
If Michael Jackson came alive right now
He'd ask you to smoke one for him
So in his honor
You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short
Think you're Dee
on the edge held with one link
Killer instincts, the ship sinks in two blinks
Killer instincts, the ship sinks in two blinks
Killer instincts, the ship sinks in
with a .44 Mag and you're frozen inside a body bag
Nobody iller, than this grave yard filler
Cap peeler, 'cause I'm a natural born killer
Terror
a island boy
But you ain't walk out the house
With no sneakers on
Hawaiian made for the drink
Seven Eleven only thing I eat
Please do not judge
By the way
a dub you're the one I need
Divine charisma
But her body a killer
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Girl I can't stop thinking about the times you were mine
I
with no common sense
Hip hop started in the west
Ice cube bailing through the east without a vest
[W.C]
Now as I look to my riznight and to my left
Cheeba chebba, y'all
You're all (Cry together)
Cheeba cheeba, y'all i need (Lie together)
Ya don't stop to get by (Cry together)
Yeah yeah
Ahh (You
By my side
You supposed to be
Down to ride
You hurt me multiple times
I don't wanna
Girl, I don't wanna "BEBE"
(Bebe)
I don't wanna love no more
Let
line crossed (I swear to god)
The punchline god, I never took one line off
They love my shit, they sayin'
"Tell 'em 'bout the gun line bars" (hahaha)
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