Lyrics:
of Babylon it ain't much but we proud of here
Dice game shoot it well peep my knuckle game
Run those size 12 Jay's and that struggle chain
Before the fame my
Metro don't trust you, he gon' shoot b*tch
I be producing these hoes like I'm Metro
Surrounded by p*ssy like I stay at Petco
They know that I made it, I
on the run
Heard you ain't still bow yo gun
Tell yo sister for me last nite was fun
When I grab my gloves spin it
Shoot dis bitch till it's up finish
Crop his
the switch, shoot like fullys (brrt)
Last four, five years we served our state (our state)
Ten bowls clear, ten green and raw H (raw)
I don't piece out
take it
This is my last year yeah
I makes sure that pack good yeah
We in packs
We move the stacks
We eat the cat good yeah
Moving out causes they know
paid well
Ten years no bail is 4 years at Yale
So, forget about the statue of General Lee
Because the status of Blacks are generally
Gonna end up in
an
Iron or it's the irony
And by the way, I'm at the gas station now
But not to get gas
Just another black and mild
Shit this half a half a tank
Gon' have
my soul (soul)
If I have to die (die)
Don't know where I'll go (I'll go)
I don't want to die (no)
I'm only ten years old (ten years old)
Oh, my
every f- thing, yeah
Even this rhyme bitch, and quit tryna look
For a f- reason for it that ain't there
But I still am a criminal
Ten year old
pray to God that this work gon' sell
That this work gon' sell
Even day ones out here getting jerked go tell
We shoot first oh well
Tryna make it out by
skin
X'd out Malcolm Little then left
Him left Detroit Red
Marked in a mausoleum for leadin' the mislead
This for the crackers that thinkin'
They are
got me feelin' like a villa
Call me daddy, but it ain't no trend
You cryin' over this bitch, you ain't got that
For ten years, boy, you will smell
They playing games with me when they know that I'm a fool
Set it off like Queen Latifah, give me the loot or I'mma shoot
You nincompoops, a roodypoo,
shoot
I'm smokin' on za cause OG ain't the move
I'ma hop out that car, load it up, and then boom
If I don't get him down, then we spinnin' again
That
of their character, I shoot and stab rappers
P! What it do, nigga?
I fucks with Wu-Tang and a couple of new niggas
I don't weirdo with queer clothes
I
ama under
The flow so crazy like I pulled out the water
Grabing life by the balls and then twist it with a plunger
We dont need no stress we just
a buzz
Wilding out frivolous, it's about ten of us
Cats they envy us, wanna bust
Either them or us what a rush when they make
Attempts to finish us
Can't
y'all better be hatin'
I'm levitatin, like Dassault Falcon, better cover your ears, cuz it boutta rupture
I'm not validated by some rappers out there cuz
like this
I never thought it would be like this
I always thought you would be here
Always thought you would be by my side
I never thought it would be
fuck y'all estimations
Opened the floor up and deconstructed, down to the concrete
Threw the acoustics in my studio room, but I guess it's all peace
fucked with was soft
That ain't me, it cost just to floss with me
And how I love my a hundred spoke D's
[Chorus 3.5X: Doc Doom]
Rollin, sippin
gon' shoot shit up
And I ain't no Pablo, but I'm starting fire wit' 'em blue strips
Keep a gun wit' a drum, no acoustics
Feed the block, pop out wit' 'em
leave it in you're averix
Then shoot it it the air, whatever I have left
Outlaw, simply I out draw y'all
Wether clubs or the street, I out ball y'all
18 years spent as resident
Here in Chicago where we love to represent
To fullest extent yes we do it with intent
From the north side to the south
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