Lyrics:
the districts
Wasn't boys we turned man
Grab a gun we done with hands
Mask up our only chance
Blow this bitch till it can't slam
Pull the slide if it jam
thru
Diamond on me gurl you shinnin /
Skin so nice n da light/
You all dat i want/
No painties on under saint laurent/
Shawty luv 2 stunt
Ass so fat see
it on
C'mon put it on, big fella put it on and on
Put it on Big L, put it on represent
Put it on, c'mon put it on..
Some boys see me gun nozzle
the window of a coup
Dump wit the vest I swoop
To the spot, to law low from the do-low
Put my gun away, 'cause they got done away
By a rather pull
N he lacked out
Boy wea the fuck yo heat
Make a nigga slide by
Doing drive-by's
Since nigga wan dat beef
Bitch u so stupid
I just ask for u to keep it
of growin
Express Yourself, was said by N.W.A.
So stop givin trouble a play
Because those who chose to oppose never rose they all froze
At thirty-two
of us, these crackers keep changing the narrative
Another mass shooting by a white boy that was raided in America
That ain't Al-Qaeda my n*gga
That ain't
mi gun pon mi waist
Di gal dem seh what's that smell
Cologne alone mek mi get Chantel
M-O-N-E-Y, yuh must can spell
That is the name of mi
what happened when OG Mack came home
The first time I smoked weed, it was with Bloody Rose
Skinny black motherfucker corn rows to the back
Had a knack
been play'n wit none of you hoes
Keep my business from under your nose
Run my hands down my body and pose
Skin so soft just like a rose
I'm tryna
Intro:
We can chop it up but I ain't tryna blend in.
Yet everything I be is for befriending. (iN-Ni-n)
You can watch me but time we ain't spending.
Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it
From nothin' to somethin'
You know us we the usual suspects
You know the boys on the block wanna take us
(Tell the truth) nigga you ain't never slid on nun yo opps
(Tell the truth) nigga you ain't never popped no gun you got
(Tell the truth) nigga you be
on the fine art of being nice
Just pull that gold plated lever to your right
To play with the beautiful girls and boys tonight
Come to think of it they have
Police siren
Camera; click click click click
Wow, young silk
Boy out done yourself to this time!
Why you back on slim?
Spread your arm wide
And pin
you to come by
Baby you a hot spice
Hey pretty lady
Nice shape like Mercedes
They call me the back contrler
Bad gyal don’t play me
Lets link up
a hunna niggas in front of me, I got a gun
I kno a lot of niggas cap breh, I shoot for fun
We do it wherever, the night time, under the sun
Ain't gotta run,
Friends know me, by my first name Victor
Santiago, half-black, half-mohondo
Dominicano, people like pope hinquihando
Me and Tone from T-N in the B-M
Friends know me, by my first name Victor
Santiago, half-black, half-mohondo
Dominicano, people like pope hinquihando
Me and Tone from T-N in the B-M
the pipe (Pew pew!)
Fuck a gun we can fight (Boom boom)
You say you ready, you nice
Pay Per View, they'll buy them rights
Sold to the highest bidder
at all
If that bitch fucked on my nigga ion sex at all
N if I'm up and round my niggaz ion flex at all
We play by da rules
How you die you choose
Walkin
The end result
B-boy Destruction
Party after party
Jam after jam
The weak would hang
Surrounded by the gang
Dangerous times
And corrupted minds
My pledge
a choice
I came from the bottom but I Rose like Royce
Man these boys can't mess with me on my worst day (Nope)
So how the hell they gon mess with me on my
day
Rose gold, princess cut
Pretty face, little titties, big butt
Thugged out, she with me like "nigga what?"
Big chain on my b-boy
We walk in
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