Lyrics:
Hear shots and si-reens
When I feet first they yo' rings, now they my rings
So give it up punk and then I just
put another jack in progress
It's
Peep us
Prolly coolin chillin with the feet up
Come easy gettin this lettuce
Got beef but you no gon catch up
Got no cheddar
Nigga your army like
by yo feet, yo bitch gon be with me
Because I'm known to fuck and gettin my dick sucked
So black yo want to act up, you betta back up
'fore you get
they shit
And I'm boosting my ratings
Man look who u facing
You ain't equal to me
I got shooters wit me
Rockin MC
Crew
Tommy Hill On my feet
You
him smoking
3feet no pressure my chain nice you can’t approach him
Surrounded by bears in that solider field I eat with vultures
Yea Uh maybach baby
a rooster does.
Infiltrate your computers.
Turn one inch brains into rulers.
Ten percents nothing at all.
Activate grow ten feet tall.
Meditate turn the tv
to hunt is
Indicated by their eye colour
Yellow's day dark's night while
Orange eyes are crepuscular
They have three eyelids, ones used for sleep
Ones for
tool by my crotch, I'll unload it
Let me break down this leaf, let me unroll it
Let me roll up this weed, cause we gon' blow it Cause we stay with them
Where Naruto at?
Used to cut myself short like Hinata Hyuga
It's cool now though cause I'm a fireball shooter
From three and with the heat I feel so
outta hay, wanna say
Salutations to the nation of the Nubians
We 'bout to place you in that three feet of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter
make big bucks servin' up punk ducks
By the pound, I got the sound
I never been checked, I only get wrecked
I kick the willy drag, let my pants sag
Don't
[Verse 3-Lil Wyte:]
With bullets wizzin by, children dyin every 36 seconds
It makes it uncomfortable for me to even respect this
With this focused brain
The way that they switched and acted funny
Aye
Kind of seen that shit from the jump
I been knew them niggas was punks
By my side I keep me a pump
Had
feet from your body
Your forty ounce threw way back to the other side of the party
You was fuckin' with a killa your potnahs tried to tell you
But
outta hay, wanna say
Salutations to the nation of the Nubians
We 'bout to place you in that three feet of stew again
I got the frequency to shatter
Once upon a time in the sha there was three real killas who bust guns and puff fire
They cut weight by the key and baggin' every gram
Instead? bustin'
saw make your head start wrigglin
Three rip cripplin stoney senior citizens
I live by the bud
I take my clones everywhere I go because I'm paranoid
and fuck these hoes, have em' waitin by the phone hopin they get chose.
All you punk ass niggas be player hatin'.
Cause I'm makin this money strait
The Matrix
It ain't shit, they just call it a strange shift
Cold feet 'cause I'm on thin ice
It's alright besides the fact I want it all in one night
Like,
[M.Bleek]
Huh?
Yeah
M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek
Y'all punk ass niggaz
Check it out yo
[Chorus]
Is you a thug nigga?
Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
[Starang]
Starang forever like Wu Tang my crew brings drama
Hangin your ass upside down by ya shoe strings
Smoke tell em how we doin this
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
never know how you say it
I was 3 feet away from X pushing up daisys
[chorus 2x]
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