Lyrics:
right or wrong
Wrong how you died that shit hit different
Always kept it by yo side it's hard to think a nigga killed you
You was always on yo pivot how
R.I.P. Guru
Gangstarr 4 life
Goddamn, Premo'!
Long time comin', baby
History in the making
It's goin' down, talk to 'em, Prim'
"Say, this here, Pimp
that'll dry the sun
Til my lies and my fears recombine as one
And the time that I grind's recognised by love
P-R-I-M too live for T.V
I-T-I on the grind
be United like Stateside
I would have blown up by then like Joe
Me and broski just vibin' with it
Are you hearin' the beat? Man's slidin' with it
gonna be sliding by
but hit the weed tip first cause my clique got to be riding high
cause it feels so good
[Chorus]
It feels so good how we kick it in
hatin' for you
You a thug or a blood, get ya mine outta The Flood
It's mine, I'ma flood, tryin to show why'all love
I'm trynna rise above, ain't no
My district took no chances
'Till I saw his moms
With mad blood in her arms
Tried to stay calm, looked down
It was the don shook my head
My
of my killers who stand by
And I'm G-Force stat' nigga, never fly stand-by
Uhh, jeah, you know
Put this shit right back in the street, huh?
Brooklyn
of the click
All you suckas want to dis the pacific
But you buster n****s never get specific
Used to love her mad cause we f***ed
Her p**** whipped b****
Question for the the maker and it's aw yeah?
This the way it's supposed to be huh? Alright
Sippin'
On a glass of red wine
Right before bedtime
Pirus.
L.A., Denver Lanes; there's more in Pasadena.
Avenues, Blood Stone, Inglewood family.
The Pueblos, Blood Stone Villians, Black P. Stone,
Circle
Lou Ferrigno,
Made by the Nero, look like a zero,
Shine the spotlight, this is my night,
Get your cameras ready, let it rain confetti,
I'm
life
I've spent so many years not living it right
And I still ain't get it right, but I'm getting there
If I know one thing 'bout life, it just isn't
Throwing up blood.
Fuck it Lay, let's sign our life away!
You see me
I ain't givin' up a motherfuckin' thang
It's hard to come by, and I ain't no
you right
wey go love every day every other time
make you call on me
Make you call on me baby
Shawty looks H.A.P.P.Y
Give you all my time baby
stall doing drugs in the club
Knife on my hip, on that P diddy shit
Fuck wit me nigga and I
Draw blood in the club get a slug in the mud
Have a nigga
'I have to defend myself'
You should call that what it is, self defense
And if America has the right to defend herself, from her enemy
The black man
that's rare, y'all, all we did was kept it goin'
Sellin' P right by the store, fuck em all, we need it all
24, that's rare, y'all
Outta love, got no time,
ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that cuz forever I be needin 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin 'em
Some love, some hate
ink
Killer instinct, R.I.P. 'em
Gotta think like that 'cause forever I be needin' 'em
Plan flawless, mistakes never repeatin' 'em
Some love, some
the clip
In it go in the gun
Everything is slow motion
Blood go in your lungs
Ridiculous as Icarus flyin' close to the Sun
I'm a supernova, nobody escapes my
the dark, they say I’m Weh Disagreeable...
Written by Marcus .L. Owens pka Marcus Explains (M.E.) for Jobbs Inspired. All Rights Reserved.
prayers
My penmenship is like a AK with extended clips
Production is like explosives that’s constructed by The Premonist
I see the vultures that would hover
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Washed by that blood (Blood)
I'mma need you to pick me up
Show me out when I'm feeling stuck
Shoulder needed when I had enough
I've got so many questions.
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