Lyrics:
funk
Shit gets out of hand, I got a TEC in the trunk
Let's flip the ill shit, kid, yo, he looped it
Hardcore, straight to make you brothers act stupid
Y'all best to back the fuck on up
It's mama drama my nigga
I'm shiva with two heaters
See I'm hardcore my nigga for sure my nigga
Ain't never
Y'all best to back the fuck on up
It's mama drama my nigga
I'm shiva with two heaters
See I'm hardcore my nigga for sure my nigga
Ain't never
Makin' songs for them hogs, and them Bloods and Crips
When it show up by the mall with a Muslim scent
After all, who do you call to rock your shit?
hear you byte all that fake shit
Niggas need to get up on the hardcore shit,
You know what I'm sayin'?
Ay, man, you still got the Ski mask and them
rehearsal I'm sick
My album is like one long AIDS commercial (yuck!)
I'ma take your worst nightmare
Divide it by fair and multiply it by 9 squared
I'm
clappin' the D
Shoot in the breeze, nine in the boot, full of trees
One in the mornin', catch me with a gun on the corner
Let you know it's all real
clappin' the D
Shoot in the breeze, nine in the boot, full of trees
One in the mornin', catch me with a gun on the corner
Let you know it's all real
Bloods and Crips
For the shah by the mall with a Muslim scent
After all, who do you call to rock your shit? {"break 'em off somethin"}
Bust the ghetto
about wealth
I'm living the life of a kingpin
Dont think about doing the same thing
Started rapping to cover the real things
My money dirty but i stay
lookin' suspicious
Behold the struggle fire ultra harmonizer, track paralyzer
Artist he the real, blood spilled on the synthesizer
4th, turn it up
coming next
I'm turning to another episode of real sex
It's a special on orgies ooo looks freaky
I'm wishin I could stay up but damn I'm getting
run on home
Try to compare? Get real
I'm from Compton, so you should know the deal
Ballers, skeezers, no age limit matters
Loced-out muthafuckas make
(woof)
All barkin don’t bite ha
All my n****s put work in
9-5s or Put twerk in (Right)
We aint folding for certain
Got merchandise we the merchants (Talk)
No way i'm workin' your 9 to 5
No way i'm selling your fuckin' tickets
No way you're gonna get a hardcore fan who can withstand
Your macho bullshit
Jump, jump!
Très haut!
Jump, jump!
Tout le monde!
Le D-R-A-M-A-T-I-K avec un cas atterissa au nord d’America
J’ai le hardcore hyper alors sors ton
right.
Anal sex. Damn right
Round 9 Damn right.
Presence of a real man. Tell me what's your gameplan. Cause I'm Toasty as fuck.
a fuck and you quote me
Let's really talk about it how the offer sounded
Tried to get a man to sell his soul
Had to walk around it
He hard-core but his
creeper talk
Keep a grub for the law
Hardcore recording in the BX, me and T blessed
And the rest is history
Drink Champs for the podcast
Symmetry may
Ready to be quiet for
Three minutes and twenty seconds
Start the countdown
Three twenty two
Here we go
Uh uh yeah what
Bring you the best in
Hardcore
0-9
to see my muse - I want her to be all mine
it's that real time, real life peace of mind
from Detroit, playa, I don't care what the price is
[Esham]
I don't wear Nike Air force ones no more, baby, I'm sorry
My sneakers cost nine hundred
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