Lyrics:
killed my brother
They killed my woadie
They got me up late sittin' by the window with my 40
Long live Ronnie B, long live TD
The streets so dirty
I
I say
Wo wo
Too many things I dey think wo wo
I never talk anything wo wo
Dem don dey do shakiti bobo
Hmmm on God
This life e sweet but e fit wo wo
All I know is one day that Babylon will be fallen
They welcome me into Jerusalem
Eighty niggas highly crucial by Ham
I got my .45 by my side
City, yeah, yeah
DJ EscoMoeCity
DJ Esco, OG Esco, Future
'Bout to walk through
I was standin' in the field, had to get a hot mil'
Used to post
[Kool DJ Red Alert]
Live from 113th Street and Seventh Avenue
Straight out the pyramid, we gon bring to you
The live one they call Belly Dancin Dina!
worrying bout nobody yea
I just wanna have fun ya see yea
Bout to light up my spliff make da ting right
Take a shot of my drink everyting right
Dj kill
character strapped with the sounds profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone
to survive
I'll be dancin'
We'll be dancing for our lives
Take my hand and let's get
Shackled on my light
Don't let go 'cause I need you for life
Sweat
you my all but you gave me a piece
But i never fall im right by the peak
I'm risking it all to make sure niggas eat
Yeah
I take my pain everywhere that
give a damn take it to the parking lot now it five o’clock pick a thot to take her to the spot or Waffle House stop by the store cigar load now we
nobody else
Ya girlfriends left you by yourself
You at the bar all alone
Make it 2 shots of patron
Can you just give me a chance?
Trust me can you take my
it
Nigga I live it (no bloodclat gimmicks) blow
Soul survive cut me a slice of American Pie
Piece by piece, bit by bit
'Fore it all falls down in
never giving up
All around the world dropping pearls and we live it up, yea we live up
Stay away from haters and the fakers, they ain’t real enough, y’all
(Certified Wise)
Somethin' I take very seriously (I sensualise, Certified Wise)
Every songs a collection of kids charmed lives
Like the porn section of gary
to perfect this art,
When Next left the group it near broke my heart,
But then Debris stepped up as the DJ,
A super team spearheaded by PJ,
Chasing dreams like
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but a raid of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original teacher of this type of style
if your purpose
Is just perfect potential?
Did you live up to it
Is you just doin' the minimum?
Used to get fifty views
Now they need Peggy's momentum
to fuck wit' em
Betting on a nigga I'mma go and get it
And if I set it on a nigga you can bet that I'mma go and hit it
These the laws that we live by
That's cool, we was never cool anyway
Ice cube on the pinkie and the middle finger
Lookin' like we won the Super Bowl anyway
Huh, look, DJ's say they
profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
You live here? It's beautiful
You live here? It's beautiful
You live here? It's beautiful... you live
Last year I used to live
With my girlfriend in
Rippy The Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
Rippy The Gator went chomp, chomp, chomp!
Passing the time By ending children's lives
Down in the bottom
(Hardbody)
(Ain't that DJ Chose over there? Look like DJ Chose)
Mama, I'm a stepper, I can't walk by fate
Every day, I wake up to some brand new
to shake (in my own image)
When I take the rest from the game I still scrimmage
Live on stage or alive in the booth
I get live on the living and exploit
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