Lyrics:
beam's
I'm tight fear
I'm that nightmare that killed that dream
My gat steam crazy buzz i slit wit' wigs
Plus some bid for your baby love
I'll play
the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
are talented (are they?), All my friends got mad skills
All my girlfriends wear heels, all my niggas drug deal
We're tight, we're tight, we're tight
things
Yeah it's the little things
That drive me wild
I'm like a mad dog
I'm on a short leash
I'm on a tight rope hanging by a thread
I'm on some
You ain't down why you playing bitch
Been all fours
Dedicated
Since I woo'd up in the whip
Syndicated
And my pay legit
Pen know better
End it wetter
only jewelry
Infinite sickness you cannot cure me
Tight head on my shoulders you can't outlearn me
Dig a hole for yourself make sure you burried
First
right(welcome to my world, world)
Where any given second, anybody can get it
You better hold on tight [echoes out]
'cause life can take a turn for the worse
who you
I swear to god you bragging bout a new dude (Oh my god)
I heard he was mad so I move with a new tool
She tell me they brake up I tell that hoe
“Kiss Me Now”By Rhune Kincaid
I don’t know if I’ll still exist after the big earthquake hits.I don’t know where I’m gonna land when the big one hits
the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
real when we let da guns pop
My niggas, light it up and don't quit
Da first on move be da first one hit
Something's bout to jump off
I can feel it
laces tight and don't trip
Trip, get splashed
Couldn't care less about my man's gang
We're not fam, we're not friends or bredrins
You'll get tanned
Bounce that ass
Start a earthquake
It's your birthday
But not today
The way that thing move
Make me want that cake
Damn she fine
Yea she straight
Nice fat
front, I probably drop my backend on her
I know them Benjamins will make her wanna bend over
The way she shake it I can't even be mad
She like to pop it
as fuck
I feel like I'm walkin' a tight rope without a circus net
Poppin' Percocet, I'm a nervous wreck
I deserve respect but I work a sweat for this
things first man, you're fucking with the worst
Rocking 3-1-2's, I'm about to hit you where it hurts (with the white)
It's in my legacy
UK9, when I step I
to offer
Pop out to the club or something
Met shorty with her friends and left with all they numbers
She mad I'm with my brothers,
I keep a tech because I'm
ain't tryna be all dat
I'm just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil' mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from the back, don't fuss,
already got a man, I ain't tryna be all dat
I'm just tryna hit it by the end of the night
Lil' mama so bad and her booty so tight
When I hit it from
say goodbye to your undercover friend
One between the eye, she's died, by mistake
Must've held the gat too tight, pointed at her face
Heard somebody
thought you needed me
Did you believe in me? * repeat 2X *
[Nas]
Got up with Horse, showed a look on my face was mad lost
I ain't know whether to cry
and reflect
On when I wrote my first rhyme
A lot of rain then
Shit those were the worst times
My nephew lost his pops
Now my brother where the birds fly
Where
Speaking by my lingo so they don't know what I'm saying
Militant with my gangsters we know what we facing
We rolled his OG up homie now we get to face it
keys
My degrees freeze consecutively like EPMD LP's
Lick off a shot and hit your fam' by mistake
So I erase the whole front row at the wake
I planned
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