Lyrics:
matter how you define it
It still comes out black
See it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you want
[2Pac]
Now I clown around, when I hang
the all woo, In the back of the four-two-zero
y'all better respect black DeNiro
Have ya crew graph a miro, of ya face with a halo
On your building on your
Before we break you and ya lame crew
Give an inch and these chumps take two
That’s why we bust the 1, 2, 1, 2
Trust that we’ll meet up soon
You know aint
the gray B.M
gettin dirty after dark like 4 AM and strokin'
my little mami 'til her body say when
I'm more amazing then a Spielberg flick mix it
head if they try to play me
Like it's that
Trapping still ain't dead
They just smoke instead of flip the pack
One two three riding with four doors up
back
Shit I live ten miles away, but I made it fo' seconds flat
I lived in the same building with Mr. Spock and Captain Kirk
Got R2D2 and Mork from
hit the streets move another zip
Turn two to four and do another flip man I been whipping work I'm on some other shit
RIP TA yea it's Cyco baby yea
I
roll wit' nothin' but them real niggaz (One),
hard to kill niggaz (Two)
Quick-to-grab-the-steel niggaz, (Three)
soldier in the feel niggaz (Four)
Hard
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2
DELIVERED BY c MEMBER OF THE YOUNG CREW:
MEMORcBLE LINES: (1) ”The ghetto is real son, filled with nothing but guns, drugs and buns; (2) Never seen a little
You bully bro? You wanna harm me?
I got my crew by my side, it's army
Words are weapons, I gotta let my bars speak
One little, two little, three
Honxho Dragic
I’m wrapping da gas in da plastic
Get da pack gone like magic
You don’t want no static
I let them shots off at your crew, I’m tryna see who
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
(One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine)
It's the ten crack commandments, what?
Uh, uh
Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke
pack heat
Got turned out early by them scandalous freaks
Addicted to crime so I stay in the mix
With a love for hoochie chicks and pulling jewelry
to squeal, makin' sour deals
Thugs up in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get
in to mix with these drugs, caught up in the humble
Bricks and paper by the bundle how the Bronx humble
??? devils get deaded, never regret it, only
connection (Man)
What you know about that?
(You can't ask fo' no mo')
What you know? What you know?
(I'ma hit ya back)
What you know?
(Chorus) x2
DJ
I pour me up a 4
And Mix in that sause
2 Cups not to hollow
Your girl hit me with a follow
Dirty drank
Dirty money
Dirty thot
She so Gandi
Where's
bleedin
You can't find a shorty to
Troop your bid witchu
Hit wit a 2 to 4 it's difficult
Wild on the streets I try to maintain
Tight with my loot
Cause hoes
Ladies and gentlemen: Sunz of Man
Uh, Jungle of Concrete
Yo, yo
[Chorus: x4]
In the jungle, we gotta rumble with the bees/wee
Ain't nothin'
L I V E by my side yeah
hook)
odd-x 돈 벌어와
EnV2more 타투 박어
SEAN=pez 여친 사겨
vicelynx no more poker
toefer 옷 좀 사 좀
향주 누나 뮤비 찍어
live alive live alive
in
Why'all gon' see my face, fuck a mask
(evil laughter)
[Chorus: x4]
[Verse two:]
Smearing your mailbox
With peanut butter and jelly with pickles from
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