Lyrics:
and run and tell nobody
From the streets fr raised up in that field with my posse
He pistol packing lose screw don't forget from that rachet to
Niggas
the days I ain't have no funds
It's the one and only
Youngin' with a tongue of a OG
A revolutionary that roll weed
And some believe I'm immortal and don't
is feelin'
"You've got the feelin"
Word up I like that, one more time, one more time
"You've got the feelin"
Aight yo Keith, bust this, tell em
Yo, the voice of the announcer signing off
Salvador, a connoisseur, a hot monologue
Rachmaninoff, livin' life not by the law
And I'm a product
a small dick
Then this dwankie model bitch claimed I hit on her
You wish bitch, you ain't all that
The only time that I hit on you
Is with the motherfucking
Quazi
They trynna probably, find where his body at
If it ain't bout the posse, you out of pocket
I don't do lollygag
Only time for big checks, no
Money keep calling that's all the time
So we fina slide like electric
Promise you niggas not on my mind
Put the pieces together like Tetris
Yea
This
all my love, need a I.V
Baby come give me sloppy toppy Fuck the X, I want the Roxie
Fuck a gang don't need no posse Baby, look in my eyes, don't tell no
an get hit
Aint finna fight no swoll n*gga
I got dat 4 4 lit
Give em that drum roll please
Boy bet not throw no fit
Boy dat sh*t over wit
I got dat drank
I
Damn it man, they're all seeing me but that's a puppet
I've been grinding, no discussion
I ain't need you, fuck your budget
By any means and I'm
killed
This is the place where paranoya
Destroyin' niggas cash cases mo' try to flash they lawyers
We're losin' it
Four fives and knives we
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
that I don't like
Walked over to em, and said, "Whassup?"
The first nigga that I saw, hit em in the jaw
Ren started stompin' em, and so did E
By that
ion
Chorus:
(Father Shah scratches?)
Get that! (Flavor flav)
Like this (MC Ricky D)
Ya don't stop (Dougie Fresh) (3X)
Verse 4
(Wise Intelligent)
Time
my posse and the suckers started backin'
Tried to say we cheat, because he got beat
Another lightweight sucker that can handle defeat
People wonder
bitch airplane mode code
No peacoat no time to change clothes, same clothes
Love if you living by the same code, G code, leave ho
Fuck it you dead
kickin love songs you can keep
Give me the boom bap when I kick my rap
No need for background singers and dancers, fuck all that
What you see you see,
my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why
marked for death since birth
But still we're making it work,
Keeping 4-4 by our side
While watching niggas that lurk;
And police in my area
Seem to all go
The only one that knows me are the four walls and the ceiling
Sadly they are disgusted, adjusted hooked to this feeling
Outraged they couldn't stand
Under the stamina you no longer try to posses until your possessed by
The population of the polar that i bare on your neck i got my hand
In proportions
game ya bitch
Now you all in a nigga grill, lookin' all swole
Picturin' how ya slipped off, trustin' in them hoes
No damn well, that yo Mom taught ya
Camp for no toy
Be the first one in the hole when po-po starts to roll
On ya posse, cause we know ya posse's punani
And forever dreaming, time for
to my heartbeat, it's beatin' like a wild man
But that's natural, 'cause you know that I am
No punk, no chump, no fool, no toy
Try to get ill and serve
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