Lyrics:
They like rah where the tax been g
I'm back for me I'm back for p n that's balance
I got a rasta uncs he likes chalice
He said fuck them man they're
like a clown,
But you niggaz sound like a mothafuckin' circus!
Fuck you motherfuckers!
[Outro: Yukmouth]
This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man
Who said I can’t do drill, blud fuck that, man I got flows on flows that’ll duck man down
If I pull up in the dance everybody better run cah dem man
Intelligent ]
PRP P-osse we can walk this, gee
Come see the teacher get fresh - COME!
Move a little closer to the front rows
The teacher crush a musical
off the streets, been calling a lot of niggas, this be my shit
Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it? Who run it
My nigga, fuck
Days of Thunder
It's Road Rage, your days are numbered
What RZA put together let no man tear asunder (motherfucker!)
This is P.L.O., Killa Hill flow
the homies that's RIP
You feel me
We gon' run it down the line like this
Before I get the watch, I get the big Glock
Before I step foot in the V
I get
The greatest lyricist known to man, or mankind
stage host or landmine, come and heal before this ?
drop a freestyle until I'm old and se-nile
killings
Gundy
Ima run this shit till I'm the last man runnin'
Mack light that shit, then pass that to me
Young money motherfucker yeah
We the shit, yeah weezy go
hero swore he wouldn't be the next nigga
to lose his life in this dope game cocaine
He told me don't trust nobody; his best friend was the trigga man
I
strokin' all by yourself
Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-are-triple X
I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole
And put some coal on your nipple and neck
lookin around, nigga
-reminiscin on what?
-bout how shit done changed, dawg
-all these niggaz dead we grew up with bro baby, daniel
-damn, bro, this shit
roll with me
Movin’ way too loose turn off your location
Theses op boys way too neeky
Fuck this ting I need a vacation
Need to fly this pack by
that was back then, now look where we at
Straight to VIP, my niggaz, man we deep
You gonna go by 2 or 3
Before you get to me
The bitch, and she a G
sauce when I pop
Off with the top off
Finna Wraith fan from a popstar
Man I live a life niggas would die for
This that young nigga talk at the dealer shit
Last week, this old man I had to blast
'Cause he tried to help me out when my car was out of gas
Ripped this old lady, hung her neck by a hook
Didn't
smile in a rage
So if you see me round the endz active
Don't come up to me for a mad ting
I just wanna make p's man i'm blasting
Up and away like this
Estee Lauders
Call Puffy to order
[P-Diddy]
Aiyyo, call me Diddy - I run this city
Send the cops, the D.A. and feds to come get me
Cats want
lean, got him done
Then the boy Petey blew his brains out with his gun
In my hood, this what happens when you playing with guns
I heard Petey used to run
hearts melt and mend
To love a friend, until the end
Kawaii Demonz
I can't see shit, you're my weakness
All this blood loss, you're my reason
I'ma run
This is the legion
Have you ever seen a groove nigga pimp G
Have you ever seen a pimp with a sag and a rag
Run up in another cat's pad with a mask
were me, you'd be surrounded by security
Dope House, known for our purity
(Chorus)
[Verse 2]
Yeah, these west coast riders with the down south G's
17
Intro
This is why God exists, its so that humanity in its infinity would never run out of something to rise to
If you don't have God, you don't
16s, rappin' 16s, by my 16th
Nigga 16, yeah them my blocks
Four blocks can't switch, four blocks that way
Four blocks up four blocks back
We run our
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