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nigga beat the pot 'til you ain't got to beat the pot no more, no more I got a word from the trenches, we don't care We got down here, you just get up
I just stopped by to have a cup of coffee And get some things I left when he moved in I can't stay too long 'cause I've got someone waiting I got
And now we've come to that time Where the legend of Griselda lives forever (ah) The Butcher comin', nigga Ayo, y'all niggas should know by now
Dbamy o charakter i kiermany Znamy krew i pot Mamy wspólny lot Tkamy nie jeden splot Nie powiemy nigdy stop Bo kochamy hip hop Mamy wspólny lot Znamy Da
Don't stir fry by me! ya-ya-ya! Marco Polo Fish out of water Marco Polo Fish out of water Pot I need pot You stupid fuckin hippy shits Out of dope so
I got the recipe I got some shooters especially Fuck niggas can not get next to me We really heavy with weaponry I got the recipe A pot and some
right by my side You tweak I leave you missin yea Grew up with gorillas Nigga came up out the jungle I ain't have no pot to piss I got this shit off
the seams Been divided by extremes Live and die by our beliefs While them vultures fly in circles Eyes for profit from the scene No prophets here, just
Chilling by the killing tree Might be in a park all Jekel no Hyde No place safe obstacles side by side Born black balled and then there is the pride Trey
onyx I'm in my pot, like Ramen, uh Niggas be fake, robotic Hoes be fake, like comics Rock the beat, harmonics I'm speaking in code, Ebonics I'm back in
saved by the scale I was saved by the scale, yeah I was saved by the scale I was saved by the scale, yeah Late nights starin' at these pots
Had pistols in my hands, had pockets full of Ox Whole life I been a G, had bitches on the block Had strippers on the pole, had cocaine in the pot Got
Czy chcecie aby nienawiść była z nami (nie nie nie) Ze strachu zimny pot był na ciele (nie nie nie) Patrzeć jak jesteśmy oszukiwani (nie nie nie) Jak
kick it in (in) Six is for the 1st, my nigga, what you tryna spend? (Tryna spend) Seven, don't ever put that pot down, nigga (nah) Eight, don't forget
the colors of the rainbow (yeah, yeah) Let's share our pot of gold We're the colors of the rainbow (yeah, yeah) Everybody's on the yellow brick road There's
The plug he gon tell me we profiting Production by Pelley that's Prodigy Abducted by aliens probably Don't be touching and feeling my property In
advancing Wifing no thots imma give her no thoughts living life all my youngins we banding Scraped out the pot Been earning my spot , she love how I’m young
Respected and loved by those from the hood (Respected and loved by those from the hood) Came outta the mud I’m misunderstood (I’m misunderstood) Now I’m
run, crab, here comes grandma carrying a stew pot and she's learned to make fire by rubbing two stones in the sand
the midst of all my disbelief Darlin' now I feel like I am long overdue I search high and low to find my pot of gold And that's why, yeah Some day I'm
sprayed [Chorus: x2] Chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back on the block We got it ready for you staight out the pot Chop chop (chop chop) yeah I'm back
make albums Roll out like the a-team Assemble Produced by Eli That shit the description Mention every pot that I pissed in Overflowing and I'm going
And question, by hands, who's absent with depression Hammer into youth success is predestined Crucify you if you recommend perspective Learned I was
walk by drop off trays of food That they made instead of dumpin the food Gets done all the time and it feels rude Treated like garbage man is my job dude
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