Lyrics:
accident murderer
You just an accident murderer
Yo, for my nigga that got killed, got hit up
Vodka spills on the concrete, light a swisha, we miss ya
they call it big choppa
Never leave a child behind, yo that's common sense
Til they crying home alone like where my momma went
Growing up by yourself
for the stars
Run away with me to another place
We can rely on each other, uh, uh
From one corner to another, uh, uh
One, two and you don't stop, yo my
I'll let you know
Just another block episode
Yo, I roam the streets with my peeps and the gun by my crotch
I got beef with this cat that resides
You this here a true story you and me, Baby
We belong together you might learn from it
We were made for each other
You really can get it on
Yo, it
And now Ladies & Gentlemen, Lupe Fiasco
Filet mignon with my food stamps
Car cosigned by my mama
Medical card from Obama
Background check for
southern niggas made your mind play tricks
Never the less I left the group in '91
Niggas was mad, I had my gun
They had they guns too, I wasn't snoozin'
southern niggas made your mind play tricks
Never the less I left the group in '91
Niggas was mad, I had my gun
They had they guns too, I wasn't snoozin'
price,
Keep dreaming, living my life, still grinding to get my shine,
High skills like Tech N9ne,
Rhyme hit you like drive-by, grab mic and let's ride,
I
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin', made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo, I had some other plans
Like the next
came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him
Tired of murderin', made him wanna be a plain gun
But yo, I had some other plans
Like the next
contemplating plans
For the next diamond heist
Art thieves and jewel connoisseurs
I study every part of they mind and
Make my rhyme better than yours
Elevated by
dope it might come out brown
Them fiends gonna run yo ass clean outa town
But fuck that I'm bout to put my soldias in the game
And tell ya
on come on come on)
c'mon I ain't wit that man
(Yeah, what, what)
Just throw my be back on
Yo, yo, yo
You know my mission ain't
I prayed to my Lord that head won't take
Me over, we soldiers to fold ya like Motorola's
And hit the corners
I told ya the 4-4 flow will fuck yo
another motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat (yo, y'all niggas is fucking dumb)
Think I ain't got a trick up my motherfuckin' sleeve, you bitch-ass niggas
niggas get excited
Cause they think they fixinta get it, but nigga I'm a riot
By myself I'ma riot, so nigga don't try it
Gun's I collect em, gun's
his gun wounds
Everything, the game, embedded in his brain
And me I feel the same for this money and diamonds
'Specially if my daughter cryin', I ain't
Real life lessons boy the fake never last
Ain't no need for the breaks on my pad
Cuz we ride till the wheels fall off and then crash
Shot gun
Shot gun
and penitentiary
There exists many others who are similar to me and
We, we are the ones
We'll seal your fate, tear down your state, go get yo' guns
We, we came
a venomous blow
I call on my mighty
Y'all can joke
Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo
We the tightest you know Mo the Mighty
Yes trues
at your service
None other than, the Fifth government playin' the cut again
Y'all clueless to what the fuck is up again
Yo, hard times and sufferin'
as hell
In my mind I can see it comin'
And all the time it's a plot to keep a nigga runnin'
By keepin' gun and never run unless I'm comin' at ya
Cry
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