Lyrics:
Berettas, lay down in bed and blow our brains out together
Who knows how it's gonna play out?
Or whether death's what our ending would be
One of us shot in
Like a heavyweight
I done been down bad
Here come better days
Please don’t play wit us boy that’s for heavens sake
Kill the beat every time it’s
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
can't even play
Don't look at me like I'm with out flaw I'm not perfect
Don't mean that I'm continue being blind to the serpent
So I focused real eyes
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
and fade out
Get 'em up, get 'em up, get 'em up now
All the people in the back comin' up now
Ese, get down with us
You'll smoke a pound with us
Shoot
Shaking it, Shame on you,Shame on us
The devil came to town
He's shaken them,
I said don't play wit us
Mason wants us all gone by tonight, but I am
the jumpshot
Swish, nigga! We used to play Sega
Now it's Glock 40, with the red lasers
Niggas want to kill us
But they can't fade us
Play them corners, we
we eat 'em
Yeah, play like a champ (champ)
Yeah, make every play count (count)
Yeah they counted us out
We got our name out took a rock now we out
better than us chillin out together
With a song from my heart
Six play, Six play
Feel my six play
Caress you in today
Strum you like you are
Shout out my Full Circle out here man
Tobi Spades, iLoveChaz, Brillo Brown what's good
We in this muhfucka man my nigga $lore, man, what's good
My
hit it with a taze,
Cop come by they can smell that I blaze, But they ain't find us like we up in a maze.
...is that your girl? or my last round?
She
Que made the beat by the way
Rearrange her inside Interior Designer
Justin Timberlake I hit her then it's bye bye
About my paper ima change my name
out to the whole streets
This goes out to all that knows me
All y'all pussy niggas, holies
Y'all play tough guys but call the police
Look I don't care,
of us players
Just some advice don't be a bunch of taxpayers
I must be out of bars and if that is true
Happy May the 4th and may the force be with you
wait it out
Feel like someone's gonna play it out, play it out
Killing us all
Killing us all
Killing us all
Killing us all
Killing us all
Killing us all
off the hidden vine
Sand hills like sandstone of a stone mason from a distant land
Ema pop and ahki out top riding down out by the Kingstree
Cried
the mainstream all those years ago
She went out of her way to be discreet
To keep us wanting more, to never let us
Look her ass directly in it's eye
That it was
know you aint by yourself
(Yeah)
Little man go n play
Little man go n play
Little man go n play
Little man go n play
Little man go n play
Little
Doublin' dribbles
The shit's crazy... and that's on gang, bitch
(Uh)
Every time these niggas try to play us
It prolly count as a stream
(Count as a stream,
the music was out of this world
Like techno music or something.
Kevin Hussein:
Swing by come slide down
This body is a playground
Party at the play house
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in the ride
Cuz I'm not stupid, I
and I work for the poor
Now tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
tomorrow you can say you saw
KRS-One stompin' once more
I play by ear, I love to steer
The Alfa Romeo from here to there
I grab the beer, but not in
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