Lyrics:
the strap with hollow tips,
Make it shit extended clips,
Purge on a n**** to kill,
I get a rush off of bloodspill,
I get a rush off of bloodspill (x4)
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hard to find us, we might be in your hood
Brodie beggin' to get active, it make him feel good
I watch my day one turn to snake, I got him out the way
you can be the antichrist
If your tired of politics you can be an anarchist
But no one ever changed the church by pulling down a steeple
And you'll
and four
Just a little six and three)
And when the music ends
I'd like it to end this way
I'll ask Chester to write me one more song
I'll get Lefty to make
new ain't 'bout to change
I'm still gonna do it my way
Yeah I still remain
So tell me why you hate the game?
So tell me why you hate the game?
This
head on something real
I like the way that feels
It's as if you know me better than
I ever knew myself, I love how you can tell
All the pieces,
Deep in my heart
Deep in my soul
You make me feel
I want you forever
(X 4)
I love the way
The way your hair blows in the wind
The way you talk to me
you work for it, baby make 'em work for it
Baby show me what you gon' do for this
And I got my own, don't ever need it from him
Walk right in
on from all my old ways
But all I ever do is run in place
I'm drowning in my sorrow, how pathetic, what a waste
So you wanna be cool, party hard, skip
you say you made me, then make it again
Make it again
Goodbye
Gonna hit the clouds
Oh my
All by myself
Bye bye
All by myself
You’re a hater
You’re
the woods,
You come from the city
I'm gettin' that money, can't even get with it
It's four in the morning, won't stop till it's finished
The moves that I make
I'm alive
And I know I hurt you so many times
But no one will ever love you like I
We ain't got the same way to share the love
Tell me that you love me
the other is how you make a cent
On these flatbush streets i took defeat
Made the most out the least this the Land to compete where you judge by Your feet's
and catch a flight
it’s a one way trip to paradise bitches all on my coattails
niggas hating like o well
she can tell I’m outside by the loud boom
Cane?
Would it be the same way?
All this fake got you drained
Heavens sakes
Cause these niggaz ain't as real as they say, by the way
Now Turn to your
chatting like
I am getting interviewed
It must be something that is in my scoto
That makes a model to say that she swallow
On the way all and I can say is
Rich by popular demand
The wait is over homie
Yes it is
A town connect
Know the city gon' feel this
Damn right
Say Toob I know you see me
Say Chris
boys, that's Nike boys, hoppin' out coupes
This shit way too big, when we pull up give me the loot
(Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
seven, like a four-leaf clover, baby
Like a wishbone, got a big bone, I'ma bury it in ya
I hate to check by with you, but I got to play my cards right
beat around the bush, left 4 dead n then gon say we homies (ah what?)
She say that's goatted shit, Could say I work in sales (huh?)
The way I can promote
makes it hard to stay focused
It's still fuck 12, 45th, and his four kids
True believer since DMC rocked
Them loose Adidas
Sprinkle voodoo when in
with our dies
Six, don't never ever fuck with a snitch
Seven, hope for heaven by giving blessings
Eight, we share the wealth by passing round the plate
got family by my side Oh lord
I ain't worried about a thing no I'll be fine I'm fine
'cause
I'm free
Way up way up I'm good
Got me singin' like tadah
understood that I'm not
one of the best niggas that ever lived
but I got some advice to give
and that is
Chorus
Verse 4: Silkk
I wonder why they
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