Lyrics:
Q2 7
68161 Mannheim
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Project Artist name:
Cuebrick
Track title:
By Your Side (feat. Melody
the Callie
That boss ordered us lobster tails late night in forty
We was out there tryna rig the stress
Had a beat tape from Stretch, rest
Black TEC, black
ground ground
Cut up in soul soul by the pound pound
I'm going downtown like Julie Brown I'm the round mound
Not a rebound but like a hound I get
across, cracks is fallin'
My pockets is lean, clean when I vanished off
Took off, made track look easy
The walkie talkies them D-E-T's had, black, they
We're on the Blue Bell line
Getting on the Blue Bell line
Train whistle blowing as we're going back in time
Station master calling
All aboard
lines, God had me promise him correspondence
Been complemented by lack of a dollar sign in my pocket
I'm opposite of the common, so I will not be forgotten
Insight, ignite, and then men might, see love and hell
Hell and right, then excel, to be masters of your circumference
First, by obtainin' mastery of your
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
You know who it is without
A doubt or hesitation (yeah)
If money talks
I got my master's in communications (Haha)
But you can't hold a conversation
tonight, no gens
Purify, cleanse, ran into some beef up in the men's
Fix your sawed off
Wu-Tang tore me off the cross
All you saw was white meat
Skin hanging
this gun real dear
Will I live to see another year
I’ve lived in fear
Now I see real clear
It is what it is I heard them say
Wrong side of the tracks I
know the rest
(I'm tired of my black men
And my black women being shot
Being killed by the NYPD
I'm tired of it
I have three black men in my home
I'm
Ayo, my murderous rap verbal attack is actual fact
Tactical tracks match perfectly with graphical stats
Half of you lack the magical dap
taught by brothers and sisters who knows what it means
To be a black child or a white teen
In the end the youth is being mistreated
Which means the world
son
Me and Shock up in a black Regal no insurance
We like DEA serving warrants
So tell the freaks you know to stop whorin
We goin' grab the mics
incense
I'm intense, shit vibin' like a sixth sense
Lyrics mutilated like X-men
Shower ya, devour ya, technique algebra
Smoothness, movements, halloed in
Ten million dollars later I'm a blessing, nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing, nigga
Glock-40, Smith & Wesson, nigga
Streets will never ever
Blitzen like German Messerschmitt's
Ima wordsmith like wills last name bitch I'm perfect
Get pursued like dasher if your comments burden me
See me in person
out
Men in black boy, I got the smith take the will out
Girl I'm finna sink in that pussy no get out
I'mma put a hit out (Word!)
Take everything that
the cops,
cnd brag about being in a box,
'Cos they think that,
That makes them a boss,
Man,
cll of it's dead,
Black Twitter,
Is just black men,
Versus
Pop-pop turn your sweater to a crop top
Killin' you and whoever in that drop top
Etcetera, etcetera and it will not stop
Just shoot, shoot like doot,
in the gutter your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it
You can watch Deez
Or you can watch these
Twin Mossberg's throw a tantrum
My buckshot spread
Like black lung
Punch you in the face
Like James and Karl
wasn't thinking about fucking
Bumping Late Night Hype by Compton's Most Wanted
Them Tracks was so crisp
Bo$$ and Spice 1 and King Tee At Your Own Risk
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