Lyrics:
That nicca back and he harder
Chief curry wit it
That boy there ah warrior
That K wit me on the seat by my daughter
Black limo tint, you can't see in
my reach
To tell what really goes on from cells to the streets
Now in LA as you know there's a war going on
And it's been going on since before I was
in
He said he'd call her when he gets
There but her phone don't ring
And in that moment, she knows
Her dad planned the whole thing
Akin got rushed by
as a young man
Got me thinking, but I should Be doing time Kept it low key, Still gonna come for my life
Either way, I be writing these Rhymes, boys in blue
I
of fishing and mining
While the bosses live up in cloud houses made of silver linings
It's their time. Their time, up there.
Down here it's our time. It's
Previously on Ready To Die
I battle with redemption. I've been craving peace cuz my life some shit you question
It's drama in the ps cuz this shit
orange pumpkin Hummer
Stumblin? from the Courvoisier, and lots of hay
And make me run in your place and take your pops away
See, they got niggas in my hood
hardest
I feel like deep down, she knew that I'd shine regardless
My GPS on track, there ain't no missed direction
Though I ain't seen textbooks in a fiery
rush failures
Because there is no glory in defeat
Water won't ever be hotter by itself
Trouble your mind it won't tire itself
Your mind needs change
Not
wave it around
But I always chamber a round when there's strangers around
Set my phaser to kill, my force field is on max
Never relax, study the facts
We stood there frozen as the baseball hit the bat
Watched it clear the fence in Johnson's yard
And broke that front door glass
We were already
for them all
And by the model of my vehicle you know that I ball
A 92 but 91 the year that Tyler was spawned
And if I crash in the woods then I'mma
And the lady seemed enraptured by my manly baritone
Disposed to relaxation and awaiting no surprise
But the moonlight shone reflected from a thousand bright blue
There go Quando at the door, yeah
And, I swear, and I swear
By the corner store, that's the murder squad (yeah, yeah)
That's that third eye
I
way to getting caught in a crossfire
I mean, lavish living, dripping designer
"Who you wearing?" There's someone charting my attire
Heart's on fire,
to see?
The checks received
By my bank account
Bitch I'm stankin out
Ya whole dang house
With my dank sprouts
I'll Spank ya spouse
No cats and mouse
Drip
at night, tossing and turning
Underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
Pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
tossing and turning
underneath his pleated quilt protector, tears welling in his eyes as he
pictured Marsha, her sworn vows overcome by liquor
me she they with one whitey
my inheritance now turned unto strangers our houses to aliens disvirgin our maids for their gorgeous gardens
seems justice
Hey!
Ha!
Oh!
There was a man
A little ole man
Who lived in Montreal
With a wife and a kid
And a car and a house
And a teenage daughter
Police car back seat smells off
Strangers crawling in and out of my house like the ants I crush on my driveway
Muffled words behind the glass
Steamed
hundred packs in my backyard
Clear twelve-twelve's, that look like stuff shells
I'm cuttin' niggas throats on the sails, while they puff L's
Don't leave
to say
I'll only pout at you until I get my way
I won't dance, you won't sing
I just want to love you but you wanna wear my ring
Well there's nothing I
like Bobby Moore in '66
So they better have their seatbelts fastened
Get ready for drama guns, drugs and arson
Dagenham to Barking, there is no margins
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