Lyrics:
The burner on like I'm Emeril Lagasse
Streets sweep you off your feet
Like Drake on Degrassi
You gon' need a colostomy bag
If you tryna stop mine came with
is playin the price game
Indian Red, was bangin niggaz in the head
With his man Apache Joe, they take your money off the floor
They side-bettin
that bitch alive without a bruise
If I was white I can run in your church and shoot the members
They will put a vest of me and then they'll treat me
York, New York, New York, New York, New York!
"We gonna take you all on a little trip to New York City!"
With a first hello!
Uh! Got alot of heart,
Stabbed 'em and pluck em off, yeah
Stressed to the max, making you wanna go mad
Jump off a bridge little bitch
Bridgette your shirt doesn't fit
Lift it then
ambulances, by the wheelchair
Dangerous action, I'm the movie, I'm the main attraction
Fuck up your front lawn with m&m's, jiffy popcorn
Piss in your
stripes
Turn their back on life in pursuit of making DCI, CID or MI5, take your pick
Its all the same mentality owned by these shady pricks
Craziness
Saying
That was for 50, little slap on the wrist be warned
I'm unravelling quickly
My squabbles, I'm grappling with your time traveling with me
Try
to the brain, rip em' off, vest off, pull the mask off
Smoke that bitch, what a mess
I suggest, we suggest, fuck each other up
Look into the mind of a Flic' born
(no),(no)
And not a day go by us,
We don't get higher than the telephone wires
Cut your telephone off we ridin'
Where phones don't roam they don't even
the stress
I'm fin to send it through somebody chest
That's why I walk around pissed off
Strapped with a vest
I done been through a lot
Ready to release
take me back
Got my backpack and raps and I'm facing crap
Want you by my side, just so you can hold me down
The realist girl that I'll find
In this awful
through your chest
Put the chest to the back of your vest
Trap your packet, take the money and jet
N****z posted, but you posing no threat
Punk, you p****
[Sauce Money]
(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don't get
Youngers jump out the Ford all wilding
44 firing, I can't ignore your smiling
What arе you smirking for?
Anyone off the rails, it's curtains for
I'm certain
sweat
Get dressed and hit the club in a cold vest
God damn, girl, you so sexy, cold shit
But why they still riding to your old shit?
Party by
to fall
Because your love will fade
You took offense
Took a little while, took a little faith
Had to let you go
How would I know
If I had revealed my
dick off
Ah uh! Motherfucker I'm a sicko
Fucko, amethyst on the knuckle
On the arm something Spanish with a bubble
Uh, it's big trouble in Little
from the turf at the crib
Dip off get a couple chips off a dish
Another call no stop need a wave in the whip
No vest but got a thirty round clip
Sitting
Because we got the best
Songs that pesese charm
Besides if you tricky you
Just chance head strong
Rappers better respect dons and ex-cons
And keep your vest
walking the ledge
Son, I'm just a little off of the edge as I stalk
The mean streets for paused types callers are read
Killa Hill where the warriors
my head back
I don't care where you come from, head back
Take off your head back
Please don't say you weren't warned
No, we can't link up, no, we
beautiful, pearls are precious
I hit ya in ya bitch, both go for ya necklace
I'm so wreckless, I play the semi drunk off henny
Wipe your blood off
These are the rough times, best to hurry up
And duck muh'fucker 'fore I buck mine
It's gettin' crazy and everybody's strapped
Surrounded by niggaz but
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