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the type of n**** that got it and break down a key
Remember me? J to the A, are-you-L, E baby
Smell the beef, it continue to uhh, give em hell
Fill they
-=talking=-
Testin' yea let's do this shit baby
Shit I don't know I can't hear that shit
[Rydah J. Klyde]
You know my niggaz they control
LBC D-E-F-G
I'm H-I off J's bellin in a T-shirt and blue jeans
well few dreams ever come true
well some do, so nigga say (I'm from the beach too)
that shit right here)
Hey yo
We desperados, black guns and gold Movados
Chrome hollows, break bones or smash models
Never follow, get it by yourself
a piece of the hood
they had drugs, bettin' numbers, police understood
they played the Cotton club, red carpet, hoes on they arm
plush mink, pimped out
India Kager. Kept their baby out of danger
Both shot by cops. Both wounds became fatal
Janet Wilson done wrong. I’m sorry that you are gone
I’m so hurt
the beach
Back in the summer, we passin' the beach
We cruisin' past Clifton while smokin' a J
I see my homies who know me, they want E's
I'm bringin'
said no it couldn't be
It was the J-to-tha-A-to-tha-N-to-tha-E
Her pussy walls grabbed my dick so I'm stuck
So I burnt that ass from that blunt hash that
I got one life
I'm tryna live right
I need one night
I need just one night with you with you
Chances are I'm dead
Gunshot to my head
Police
Aha bitch you already know what the fuck goin on
All fam no friends
Luh j
We uppin the score niggas know that we like dat
They hard on the net but
svarta para som oljan i Saudi
Mannen jag gör drive by från min fuckin' Audi
Mannen alltid quattro på vägen E4:a
C'est pour ça je vais toujours sortir la
Bitch, you can straight up eat a mothafuckin' dick! I'm lookin' at the
mothafuckin' frontline. I see Violent J....Anybody Killa...and that
Imma keep the heat
Activate like J I D
or me L I P
Hi I'm the guy who keep rhyming
Devidein schemes by any means
Confided by my state of mind
My
English in this city, stand tall, stand free
Fuck a language police, yes, that's a real thing
It's a wild thing to think, your government hate you
Over
Whoa
And you say New York City (uh huh)
Back by popular demand (ah ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)
You been waitin' in the bay for us so long baby
We had
the end
[ CHORUS: Buckshot ]
Welcome to Bucktown USA
Where the weak get dissed every day
(Bucktown is the state of mind that I'm trapped in)
(Lawd, some
Champagne wishes and caviar dreams
A team that's gettin' C.R.E.A.M
With sales of fishscales from triple beams
I gleam, livin' the live of Riley, packin'
on a bad day
Your favorite rapper never had lle'
Let alone traffic state to state
I Sat in that kitchen and scraped the plate
Cooked dope while auntie sang
This is a public service announcement
Swaleh beats go crazy
Sponsored by Swaleh beats
And the good folks of On Too Something Records
The person who
life no be by grade
No food to eat sabi torie lo fi wo street
Ko wun e ko jale you had to put it on repeat
Ko wun e ko lo scope you just had to pretend
I'm losing my patience with praying and waiting
Claim you a God
You pagan
I'm losing my faith in the state of the Nation
Political figures, police
of sleeping
For twenty-two years my mum was doing the cleaning
Dreaming that her kids would have a better life
Go in bed at night, struggling with getting by
J first place and nobody else contesting
She grabbed me by the hand, led me to a new obsession
I do all of this for you and that's my number one
(A)
Amadou Diallo was shot nineteen times
The police fired forty-one shots combined
Mistaken identity, they had to admit it
When they went
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