Lyrics:
Tina, Sheila
Selina, Trina
Don't want to be a Justin Bieber
I was in the club by the side of the speaker
Raver, skanker
Sarah, Samantha
I was in
hurt and jerk
Smokin' on the blunt
Burnin' down, crippin' ain't easy yo hysteria
Watch slow, here I go, Slobs yellin': HIT THE FLOOR!
But it's too late
One two three, it's the G-U-E
Double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin' mayday
Weeble with a street sweeper lookin' for the beast
Had me thinkin' that I'm
to live
Shoot-outs cop, when ya jackin' and robbin' and mobbin'
Stabbin' on through the town, layin' em' down
I'm a war street veteran, never say I better
resorts to jargon
Scribbled like a suicide note
Like I'll stop
I show the beauty by a profile shot
Freeze, don't fret for the truth
Cause I'll pray till I
dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
To hear
live by
Lets get one thing I won't turn on my bros
BND just know them three things tied to my soul
Fuck around catch something hollow tip lead dumping
prison quinton or rikers
Quick to three, strike us they don't like us
Plant and I pivot with my life and I live it righteous
You got some small papers you
bitch
Onna live wit ah
Onna live and they see that im missing
Keep a g19 for the days that he dissing
2tact in the back with a smithing
Hop out walk down
down with the fly guy
Look me in the face,like you're strong when you walk by
And all you punk niggers talking shit
Step to the side,bow your head like
(Woop woop)
It’s the police, freeze
Please get down your knees
Nigga
All that I see on the screen
Violence and brutality
It’s world war 3 in these
Still spit flame and flem
Reside by the side of the road
No likkle man steps
No we don't act like them
Said no we don't act like them
I was raised in LE3
vegan
I could tell by the way
She was planted
In my thoughts..
Have you accomplished all the Things you were plannin
Those long talks
We had several about
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
One, two, three, four
Grimy bitch stomp the bogey outside your front door (yeah)
Puffin on Goodie, eatin tuna and rye
Blow the spot with some old
and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit tnt
Run up in city hall and take
niggas the runner up
Hustlin' in the winter time
Try and sew the summer up i'm down by law
But I'm yellin three the hard way
It's twenty niggas
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
get him a mil
Aye long live savage
Three backends by the morning and I just walked out the bank
Told em I quit I cant
Promise I'm never gone change
Big
the 'Rip who knockin at my door
Aint never been the type to live the slow-life
Now they don't understand me no more
So we can't communicate, went through it
Ben looks, across at, the girl that, lives next door
He's a hedge pig, delicious, he knows that, she wants him more
Than Matthew and Peter, the tree
wey, vámonos
Five and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door with the quickness up
Looking for the crop, and I heard you
the zone like a 1-3-1
Crowd yellin defense I got the ball they in a box and 1
(Yeah yeah)
I’m in my zone yeah the speed is right
Got the bass and the treble
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