Lyrics:
him down
Hit him with the hot slugs like over now
I know you want to test rock, what you waitin' for
I live one-thirty-eight basement door
City up
the station to channel live
That underground hard-core sound who said it'd die
'Cause if it is me and my nine's
The first to ride
For my niggas
Live by
something bout a baller like me
I draw down all day like it's ecstasy
And now I'm cashing them cheques I expect to see
All my exes who rejected me next to me
got his semi tucked
Watch where you go on the live got them runnin' up
Five, four, three, two, one, kickin' down the door
One, two, three, four, five,
BMI heavy, gotta list a freight, flying out of state
Already on one, two, three, four, gotta get more
Come from days hitting licks at the corner store
gun and steady runnin ya mouth
But down south I ain't no hard ass nigga
But best believe real come the thriller
Motherfucka I feel ya
Blast them hollow
on the ground, forty and out
To fourteen days hard time, Low Lives!
Chorus x 2
Front door, backyard, two story, one garage
Four cameras, no alarm, two dogs, burglar bars
Four deep, six sticks, one Blood, three Crips
Gum drop, Pixy
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
runnin' trains for three days
Who wanna ride? It won't cost you a dollar
Whether soft or harder, of course you still gonna holla
Mama, I'm thick, huh? I
Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-A, the N-O-V-A,
And the rest is F-L-Y,
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix,
And these reasons I'll tell you
Steppin' out the door
Better have His full armor on!
Let me tell you where it starts
Go 'head and check the charts
Piercing soul, meeting bone
He is
the slugs out
Love don't live here anymore
I artillery dog
Came wit many foes
Spend ya benz is twenty slow
Get to tha house kick in tha door
You
we stomp in this bitch all day
Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss off stage
Uh, uh, uh
I'm from the G side of thangs
Where we ride
make your way on down the sea,
Something has take you so far from me.
3: Cathedral Song
I saw from the cathedral
You were watching me
And I saw
ooh)
Lookin' at me like "Hey Mista"
Tank, four doors on the telescope
Heard you been runnin' with the lames, I know
Only go live on Periscope
You
gone
Gonna kiss the day away
Gonna leave it all behind
So give it to me mister
Better give it to me straight
If my time is runnin' out
Then I don't wanna
And this dis goes on, again and again
Uh, Uh
I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with god or you can know
fuckin' era
And you should just admit it
Can't nobody do it better
Gotta Hood by Air sweater, this shit is M3
And I'm in a M3 till
My nigga Benji's we
a grown man fast to react?
Well I do when I'm feelin up and runnin' up their stats
Take a weight of every life we live
And get snubbed by the ones who
eyes closed and white
Labels out on the streets that's paper still
Didn't like the labels still
'Cause I saw it coming dizzee, Cage
Then I went down
IT'S WHAT YOU GET FOR TURNING ME INTO A HIPPOPOTAMUS.
CARLY: RHINOCEROS.
MISS BRIGGS: (YELLING AND POINTING TO THE DOOR) GET OUT!
CARLY: RIGHT.
CARLY
my homies
Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die
If the hood call me
That's why I be hustin' every day
Could you imagine me with no
Too much drama and these niggas out to hurt chu' man
And keep you under, plenty stress down on yo chest
Long as you live life gon' put chu' through so
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