Lyrics:
him
and watched his back
That's the only way
To roll on the track
But yo,
Mitch got rushed by feds last week
The snatchbared the runk
Of his white
to
A nigga I’ll believe his hoe
Now before he believe you
And cuz u thug wit a nigga
Don’t mean the love true
It use to matter what you and
Yo nigga’s done
Geah, make a move y'all
Which part you wan' lose?
The clip is loaded, the quatro is on cruise
I'm back to work bitch, the clock off snooze
I'm
Said we forever you lied
Wanna just sit back and cry
But i thug It out
Playing yo part like the victim
Get caught in yo thoughts selling out
Just want
Cracking the handcuffs
I am the one they've been waiting for
The prophecy said am the chosen one
I do it for Africa
Do it mama
I Do it for alla yo
My
wedding ring on, loving Celine Dion
Hate rap, told me where she get cake at
She's a part-time dancer, part time romancer
Tries to be a mother when
She gets
to realize what I told you when
I was 16? I was dead ass
Yo, what Vegas got me favored to win by?
It don't matter
I'm gonna cover the spread fast
You had a 16
I broke bread wit you nigga showed you where I lived
You talkin nigga but you don't understand what real is
When it came to yo pussy ass nigga I
And in the hood they don't seem to understand
Goddamn!
What's really got me wondering
Is if its a part of a bigger plan man
I smell some thing
The government stand us up
To run us over
And in the hood they don't seem to understand
Goddamn!
What's really got me wondering
Is if its a part
why'know what I mean? Yo, ya know? Its crazy. We all together.
[Noreaga]
I used to cut pies, in front of my girl, now I apologized
The reason why: (My
featherweight
Every day I do the same thang
It's the paid game, to amputate more body parts than gangrene
Yo this a man's game, it's a shame how niggaz
streets and boulevards mine
Grab yo piece of the pie, the other parts mine
[Chorus - 2X]
the throne, that's part of my prophecy
Say you keeping it real, that's the biggest hypocrisy
Cuz you ain't a thug lil man, we go way back
You ain't a thug, you
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand
the wack..who tryin to bite my style
Take yo ass to da old school
And part your fuckin eyebrows
I comin through to
About to get set
So act like WU..Protect
Take my hands out my pockets you can see my thumbs
Both of them turned green from counting the ones
Memorized by the glory, word life
Cut off
the deal, baby?)
[Shyheim]
Yo, for the one-nine-nine-nine shit's goin' change
Now it's us in the Range, God's giving us brains
Play the game, put my
Hardcore, real ill niggas
I'm internationally known
When I be on the mic
Hardcore, real ill niggas
I'm internationally known, yo
Hardcore,
buying you sneakers
But I'm a keep it real, I ain't cheap
Check it out
[Chorus]
Yo, to the haters, lovers, thug baby mommys
Walk around me
Out in the streets, they call it murder
Welcome to Jamrock, camp where the thugs dem camp at
Two pound ah weed inna van back
It inna your hand
On the artichoke we fed him
Left for dead with a pretend suicide note
Cowrote by the denizens of dope
Part 3:
So many fools to lambast rapping half-mast
Kraken
taxin'
I won't say a thing 'cause I
Got bitches on the low
And we don't need no ring
Ain't play yo' part and that I know
Bitch, I'm in the paint
Wit'
colors, colors, colors, colors, colors (real bad man)
My people die over colors, colors, colors, colors (yo, yo)
Colors, colors, colors (see me a seh,
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