Lyrics:
Nikes
Siebenundneunziger und ich schnür' die nicht mal zu
Wieso? Denn ich hab' die häufiger!
Ich zeig' dir wie's läuft, Digga, Drive-By mit
it.
(cold 187) put a foot to his ass.
(mc ren) what did you say? put a foot to his ass?
(cold187) that's right man...
(mc ren) wow, that beautiful
ain't up niggaaa
[Verse 1 - Lil' Flip]
The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
who test'll find a bullet in they chest
Put to rest, by a brother who was hopeless
Grow up broke, on the rope of insanity
How many pistols smoking
Back to my buzz, buzz like when door rings
Madam I thrive doing me, i'm soaring
Listen to my own voice, my calling
Stigma tried to change me, ugh! how
a job
Beat the odds or not
Doesn't matter we're a casualties of systematic stigma
Where freedom is a data breach
The Long Island water haunted by
at the dock of the bay
Wating for the snow to roll in, split end
It's Kokane a k
A the black hopper
Surrounded by the black teamsters
With triple beamers
Cause
Now he's known for servin more than an oz. so
He's got a 187 on his muthafuckin chest
A strap in his lap and a bulletproof vest
He's lookin for
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
far from the binoculars
So, that smart money finna get that heat out the car
Yo, I'm K-Dot Lamar meets 2Pac Shakur
I got profiled by a few cops, too
be messin' up
But not defined by my mistakes
A righteous man get up
Every time he falls on his face
Steady learnin' I'm determined
and love is never
don't like to be noticed
But yet you have my focus
Analyzing your every move
Asking who are you
You don't like to be seen
But you're getting watched by me
the resume
I'm tired of you not doing
Your research look me up
I been on it since I was 3 so look me up
You showing me how deep your
Ignorance is by your
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See I'm
my head down
I can't see but I'm tryin to make a touchdown
Damn, will I ever see the other side
I'm this close from doin another drive by
Now I
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
of gettin' our ass kicked
By so called Christians an' Catholics
But I'm a watch 'em burn in the fire
See I'm a G, that's why I ain't in your choir
'Cause
Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner
Coroners comfort your mama
"Mama he's dead", the next morning I toasted up with my homies
We
about my digits, goin' digital and shit
Jumpin' on the couch until I'm short winded in this bitch
Don't judge a book by it's cover, start schemin'
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