Lyrics:
Oh my god, Ronny
Lately, I've been having crazy thoughts (yeah)
The way I'm living, shit get crazy dark
Tell me lately, why we barely talk (why)
shit)
Yo I never don't trip, codenamed (oh shit)
Cold brains in the bowl, got the game show rigged
Oh sugar, the butcher and his readily unsettling
faggot, shit, dick, rape, eat cunt
Ain't no censorship issues here so let's be blunt
People never could stand me, I really don't care
Will I make some
[Intro]
Yeah..
That's that shit right here
If you got some haze... roll that shit up
[Tragedy Khadafi]
To my jailhouse niggas with scars, Allahu
See Freddie Foxxx ain't wit that
My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you high steppin'
It's not my fault
when you come in the dungeon
Hot shit, oven mitts what you need
To swing with these three MC's like heavy pendants
[Tek]
Step to the side Dunn
I just want to put that shit down
To where that shit was (OK)
why'know what I'm sayin?
Nigga we used to be up in that motherfucker
You know what
right here.
Glad y'all could make it.
[Voices of approval from the Reepz]
Verse One:
TL:My niggaz, check this shit out, I just
and outta luck
Lookin to find trouble with me, now that's enough
Muthafuckas
I torture yo ass and make you suffer
I'm spittin real shit you false
doubt) at the rate that sound travel
My team'll have you caught from a smokin barrel
Dead or paralyzed, my mack parallel lines
is my rhymes, the shit
motherfucker takin' the shit I worked fo'
See that's the reason niggas get killed and hurt though
Occupation is none, that nigga want to get a gun
Run up
muthafuckas think I owe em something
But I don't owe em shit but a 'what's up' for a hello
And ask for a job, the answer is, "Hell no"
Go back to the corner
come damn!
(mumbling)
Damn always playin and shit just bring yo muthafuckin ass on. Shit!
(normal) What's up?
Shit.
Oh well
Friday
(Niggas ain`t got shit to do)
(So we gon` get fucked up)
Who dat?
[Verse 1]
Bert and Hussein, back to back now that`s flammable
Smokin` ya
Yeah, check this out, Ren is back in this mothafucka for 93'
For all ya'll punk ass niggaz that thought I was'nt gonna do this shit,
Back there
Fuck all y'all bitches ass niggas from my heart
Everybody talkin shit but nobody wanna start
Straight for QB, original shit starter
Welcome me
shit
But, um, I'm just a nigga that be kickin the real shit
And I don't believe in shit I don't see
So don't ask me bout G-O-D cause my religion is
See Freddie Foxxx ain't wit that
My shit is hotter than cayenne pepper, the mic wrecker
The lethal weapon, I keep you high steppin'
It's not my fault
shit suddenly drop and like Wall Street stop
Now, the part that thrill me, what's up with that
Cats that didn't wanna feel me, yo, what's up with that
be somethin' now)
Mr. Cheeks, woo (I'm talkin' lights, camera, action)
Okay (get down now)
Bink Dawg now, One Shot Deal shit
Yeah, okay
Now I'm
traffic, thick
Brothers be on some real shit
Everyman get scared and prepare for confrontation
"When the slugs penetrate you feel a burning sensation"
be somethin' now)
Mr. Cheeks, woo (I'm talkin' lights, camera, action)
Okay (get down now)
Bink Dawg now, One Shot Deal shit
Yeah, okay
Now I'm
shit)
Kick a hater in the face, leave 'em dead stock yeah (woo)
Yeah yeah, so stressed losing hair, that's a dread lock (skrr skrr, shit)
Yeah yeah,
blow up a car
They don't want me outside I be going to hard
They don't want me to make it but I'm going far
Losing my niggas that shit left me scarred
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