Lyrics:
I knew this song by that crew Mobb Deep
So I used it, my brother produced it, new shit
Set me up so I could flow like a cruise ship
And tell this
feel like Brooks
I ain't arguin' with no ugly bitch that act how she look
Wipe the back of your neck and tell me how the towel look
You lil' bum bitch
Just looking for a way
To grow strong
I cross the water, I cross the land
I let other people with me die
And I search for answers, wandering
Serve a couple tables and I'm off on my Bianchi
I'm outie kemosabe weaving all these zombies by me
Money, money, money all they ever fucking say
I
Down by the Mississippi, buried in the mud
Is a five page oath and a bottle of wine
It's engraved in steel, it's written in blood
As far as I can
Standing before a mirror
And I put a gun to my head
Day by day a step further into nothingness
But now the cask is overflown
It seems to be
make me none
Slip through the hood, dope I could
Deliver my life the best I could
Robin Hood, youngest crook
Here they come now watch y'all look
Go by
devotion 'cause I'm
The Earth, Wind, and Fire of hip hop
By Rakim and Short I been inspired
My shit knocks environ---ments
Of cats wit seventeen's tint, time
don't get packed like donny
I can tell you about 8 and the B Side yutes
More than 3 been put in zoots
I'm Buni, mind who you're talking to
Gun shot ting,
Kota, it get slimy
In that bottom by that blue house
Is where you find me it get grimy
This what they screamin'
Everybody screamin' slatt
But don't wanna
Yuh, yuh, yuh, uh
Fuck with me, get smacked up
Lil' bitch wanna mothafuckin' act up
Count ten guns but none of them shootin'
Count ten thugs but
one that made her cry for real
I let her hit it once and
She got high for real
If she hold the gun, she by my side for real
Eleven minus one, yeah she
haffi stand strong
Say we nah run, yes we haffi hold it down
Aint gonna run
Ain’t gonna hide
Ain’t gonna tell no lie,
Ain’t gonna live with no gun by my
boyfriend in the face with these diamond rings (pling)
God must can forgive me for them minor sins
They're in the comments on the blogs saying, "Stand up"
my temperature
You don't even check my gun at first
In, in this low life I've been treated like a boy who got delusion
Mostly people didn't want me
Ask yourself was it you
Who let me down?
I'll tell you how
You flew too near to the sun
Then it scorched you down
To the ground
Was it so
and me
Shit's never goin' my way
Now I'm drownin' in blame
You could call it self-sabotage
I'm hard to love, this girl is a gun
I'm killin' 'em
and blow off your hat (bow, bow)
And tell probation, "They can suck their mum" (suck their mum)
Do you think I'm famous, I won't bust my gun?
Suck your
help me find something more
I cannot tell the ceiling from the floor
Is this really what you want?
Swear I never meant to haunt
All I ever do is
I hear the call to arms
I shall answer at once
My brothers now we march
Toward the sound of the guns
Yes, men will die but I will not be afraid
I
the block, with a guerilla attack
Nigga tell me how you love that, I'ma surviving nigga
That's never gonna turn back, blessed with a tact
To make a nigga
a brothers worst enemy
Tell me stay bald I say it ain't me
Look in my eyes and you'll realize
These ain't lies I wouldn't lead you wrong
Get wit
the cabinet
My flow got quicker like machine gun Killa
Some mc's got hit even tho they weren't ready
Watch me wrap you up like a boa constrictor
And pose like
to me
They only see what they wanna see, man
They're half blind collect the bag
Already tell you I should half mine
Chattin' to my little nigga by
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