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As far as bars go
Literally up there fam I call the stars home
I'm by far past far from the forlorn
I leave this bar open unless you log on
Figure
Yeah we're on/rhymes ??? imagine that
All punk rock must move inside, all ??? must move inside.
Come out to Brooklyn Town and Coyote Studios ???
want fuck with us
You tryin to finesse your own home boy
Dawg you fuckin up
(Snake nigga)
I bet you won't try that out of
Your hood cause you a lil punk
president
Congratulations
By the way I need u to send a trill message to sum
And a subliminal one to other
About this throwin' rocks
And being behind
bullets you can't trust
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put
windows black hearse gold daytons straight lace
Let off rounds you fall down to the ground
You sucka ass nigga another dead clown
You're a 5 dollar boy
the game begins
Girl is the princess, boy's the prince
Feeling secure from the ogre who's sitting in the playground
They've got a jingle in case they
said suntama!
He responded so fast, you made me laugh)
Ha-ha-ha, (then I scared-his ass!)
Kick the hundred strongest rhymes
I brought out the punk in
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
I'm out here like a chef with the chopper
Harley Davidson with the chopper
Boy, I make them run with the chopper
Cut them one by one with the chopper
Pussy passenger still mad, 'cause I'm rewinding on chops
Tossed his work inside my lap, and said that I got the rocks
Screens fall like rain, while my
before, yo, we boys
[Chucky Smash]
Down with the Sheep, roll out the black carpet as we spark it
One, two, check it out, uh, right on target
Aim for
home
Surrounded by broken glass, surrounded by young peers, that speak with a broken tongue
That followed the scent of gunpowder from broken rose petals
me, look bitch I'm sayin'
You don't listen 'less that tec-9 sprayin' yo' ass
Glass breakin' in your home boy, thinkin' you fast
I never mash out, 'til
the ladies never ever front on me
Thinkin that you know the deal, boy, why don't you be for real
I love to rock the mic, and sometimes even rock the wheels
the bones
You'll be Home Alone just like that little white boy
Master Eyce is on the way and live from New York
I'm catching wreck on a Saturday
Live from
that butt was stuck
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get witcha
And take your pictcha
My home boys
out on the crawl
And we're good old boys, we come from the North Shore
Drinkers and carousers the likes you've never seen
And this night, by God!
I wanna be in your memories
Your my queen when I fall asleep
I'm so sad 'cause you left me
Yeah I'm down but I'm still here
I'm just a boy with lucid
love takin' punks outta homes
why
Cause I'm a nappy happy bad little sun-of-a-gun
And in my eyes, nigga, you don't want none
So watcha back
her leg
Be nice and help her up and kick her dead in the head
No bullshittin', you must be smokin that rock hoe
Snatch some meat out your stomach so
Las Vegas, paid as rock
Skin painted on my face look ageless
Perfect combos, Ghost bang out condos
Jeff from Hamo, ex three bangos
Bancos, stank hoes in
on 'em you up, nigga?"
Look me in my eyes nigga
Tell me how you feel when you see the Pimp
Be shinin and grippin on the wheel
When you see the boy, be
locked up, love pickin' the odds up
Love not comin' home, love to be boxed up
I'm from a town where kids could pop up
Little punks in garbage
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