Lyrics:
me when I'm down bad
Type of shit will make you flinch yeah I was born with a clip
By some lonely skonka bitch that always throwing the fists
We like
stalk
The mean streets for paused types callers are read
Killa Hill where the warriors bred, I'm a Resident
Patient, it's gonna take more than the meds
that ass looking just like the
Spook that sat by the door
Known to kill ducks, skills erupt
You ask why? My reply is
"I don't give a fuck"
I'm a Panther,
Like cake batter by any means, son
We make your face splatter word life
I never understood the broke type
Thinkin' back then when I hustled
My first
her friend
Nd told her bust it open
(O my god)
I really thought this bitch was joken
But now I see that she real
She down to ride
I mean she carry
Mobbing my mug on mean
Put something hot in your meat
Thug-in the streets 510 beast on beats
Murder and feast on beats I come from the deep
Mobbing my
BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY
(KINGCHARLIE PRINCE)
Everybody’s killing us, even us
Now we at the point, we don’t know who to trust
The devil is busy,
by the mess
I'm chasing my dreams and you chasing finesse
I'm the type to never get stressed
cause I’m flipping more paper like marking a test
You not
beats
Point is I ain't claiming the streets
Either the boujee high class 800 thread sheet type neeks
Just because you came here
Doesn't mean that you can stay
Just because you woke up this mornin'
Doesn't mean you can stay awake
Yo the streets is
Yeah
Whats up with these lame-ass niggas, man?
I'm tellin' you
Niggas keep runnin' to this rap shit
You know mean?
Like why y'all built like
it's on the doorstep,
you know, until it involves their money, their territory.
Questioner: there's a special type of petition that
is vetoed by special
a game, I'm in it to win
(I'm in it to win)
Ladies and gentlemen
Y'all 'ready know, I go by the name of C.R.O
But with me today, I'd like to introduce
left this world by putting bullets in they head
But little Johnnie across the street
Hung hisself from his bunk-bed
Had to go to court in the mornin'
Trouble done sewed up the tracks
Bitches not playing like they win or get smacked
By some young niggas that's down to break a bitch
The Nickel Nut
the present where the future can be moulded
The reoccurring question is:
What would I have told myself ten years ago?
Focus
You know the O was replaced by
dude, hunt ya down with tools
Repsect my presence, I step with weapons
You fall in seconds
Its all in the code of the streets, we go by it and stop
fuck your crew (yeah nigga)
This type of shit I do for a petty hobby
Fuck the world it's Fatal, dog, against everybody
M.O.B., nigga 'cause we mob
You listenin' to H.O.D. poetry, Destn Poetry, whatever you wanna call it
You seeing Pooda, Romeo, Destn, H.O.D., all of them, enjoy the ride, inside
Cause we can he the streets
And let it go
I keep a pistol you already know
I talk too much about the streets
Sorry that I'm from the O
And I'm from
commands)
Not the type a woman you meet often (They understand)
‘Cause she’s a boss
B-O-S-S L-A-D-Y (For real)
Holds a crown no one can deny (Big deal)
No matter what happens she'll always be by my side
Yeah I need that wifey you know just what I mean
We can work together help achieve each others
apologize to your daddy
O.G. Loc, boy, a pimp without a Caddy
Youknowmsayin?
Just a O.G. type brother
I want you to break it down
And tell em about the days
yo bitch say my name in a hundred ways
When I die put my money in the fuckin grave
I hate to tell ya but I'm every bitch type
The drip is mean but
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