Lyrics:
[Intro]
All points in the region related gangsterish
Serving dark dishes of true pimp horror
Warriors stormy nights on leathery wings
Sexy sirens in
to make a choice
I got them nervous tics and twitching
With them bloodshot eyes, not
Much of a surprise
Got to bed at five and I'm shot
By nine I'm in
on point
Watch 'em fold, AR
Niggas droppin' dimes, ohh boy
And we pull up like surprise
Try to run, hit him from behind
My hitta wit' dis forty-five
Big drip
wit a warrior
Take your ass back to the
Back of the corridor
I don’t got time to hate
I always learn from my mistakes
They talk a lot of shit but
done
Then eat 'em up one by one
Who's next
In five minutes, duplex
Twelve story brain
With a view of the projects
Spitting battle lyrics
Is
contributed to his inert ways
I seen him pull in 24 hour workdays
With deferred pay, undeterred by the word "shame"
Public humiliation was the worst pain
He
dem fi know, seh real warriors don't play
And if yuh romp wid us, you have to run away
I waan dem fi know, seh real gangstas don't play
And if they
[Intro - talking]
Like it was before, as usual
Somethin different, the boy never sounds the same
[Verse 1]
Body by Nautilus and you ain't even with
left wide
Inside we split the grand prize
Won it by a landslide, dance by the rest
They fit in contest but they pose no threat
Street corner warrior
Stand firm at the five; here's a star and a shield to support you
at the nine!
[Brother J]
It's like A - D - A - M
Prepare your mind, run tell your
popping they top
I'd rather pop bubbly, one for B-I-G and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them
spray
Slap hands with my mans by the walls we play
Now, waist chains and cami-flauge complete sag
Live pools, my squad rules
From solar to lunar, cheap
As for me and my house, I'm not bothering by what man may say,
When 5 years none of our people have died, and there's never been a casket rolled through
touring can't keep em paid
Deadliest warrior haters simulate my demise
23 years old barely gravitate to my prime
Would you rather be Top 40 or Top 5?
MJ I
these 9 to 5's
Tryna get by, I was losing hope
I was so broke
The bills I could barely afford
I could never fold
Held on to the One that's in control
Down
good by my lonely
2022 cutting off the fake homies
Fraudulent looking som like a fake Roley
I got too much game Err body think they know me
Put you
The heart of a warrior forged in strife
The price of your honor may cost your life
Masked by resolve are your fears and pain
This is the way
Listen,
Eighty-five schoolgirls in Kabul
Blown up by men unknown who thought it through
Discussing and deciding
Up to the moment when action intersects with
Fully loaded clip
Put that shit to your lip
Fuck on your hoe then I-
Fuck on your hoe then I dip
Got me some cheese, but need chips
I cope by taking
to tell a story, oh, baby!
Blood on the walls, street life
America's worst nightmare, ahead by light years
Hip hop's only shining star in the night's
some Imagined warrior production
Twenty-first century No chivalry involved
No Bushido
Oh, the code of the West Long gone
Never been Where does it
One yourself and two - run up with three gats
A 4-5, or six shot seven let eight clap
The nine milli throw ten shots
Where your face at
And the mac
feet
Kapeesh?
I defy the feat by defecating on beat
Fuck how you feel i've got an oral fixation
With spitting liquefied razors
So ill that they cut
Revolting manner of handling power
Perpetratin' glies and misery
Fifty years of progress in five
People living only to survive
The child is
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