Lyrics:
lemme show 'em how I ball
Then we'll roll out, let's roll out
Let's roll out, we could roll out
Live, reportin' from the cockpit
Red eyes but I'm
'em how I ball
Then we'll roll out, let's roll out
Let's roll out, we could roll out
Live, reportin' from the cockpit
Red eyes but I'm tryna get my
up on him, bye lil bro
Sayonara
Nigga I'll be rich by tomorrow
I just need eyes, three guys holdin' up shit like a sign spinner
My niggas in this
Two knocks ,Wit boot tops
Im on the roof top
Droppin more lead then a terrorist in jewel shop
(Verse 1)
Two cops
Ride by
Loose lock
High sign
Whip
loosing respect
And it goes bang, shot the niggah on his head
Left him in a pool while Jacket turn red
My niggahs result to wilding
I'm looking away cause
at school he a straight student
But at night he masked up, ready to tear that ass up
Chorus x4
Verse 3: Pheno
This for my niggaz
Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem
If you can hear me ladies and gentlemen
Then I'm very happy that you came here
Ooh, ooh-wee
That was for Brooklyn
two
I'm strapped, you strapped, let's play two on two
You're eyein' us in the iron bus
Leak ya, two liters of red juice, Hawaaiin punch
So what you boys
on God, on God, straight up)
Brand new Draco ready to crash like when the stocks go down (pyoom)
I'm rich for real, I could press a button and make
But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
How'd ya do, I'm
So I'm slipping and sliding right 'til the death
Then location the vault where they keep all the bread
Will I have blood on my hands
Tell me, will I be
East in the sticks
We ingest trees by the crick
What I've made won't cease to exist
Not one to be teased cuz IM gonna live
Even if I'm diseased
I’m In a trance
On expectorants
I expect rants
By Tyrannical tyrants
Promoting violence
I’m not just sitting back in silance
Bombs don’t hit hospitals
a big red pocket
Flyin' high by the time the band comes on
I'm loaded, got a fist full of cash
I'm rollin' just filed her up with gas
I'm goin'
come through your town
I'm gonna ride around in style
I'm gonna drive everybody wild
'Cause I'll have the only one there is around.
Ugh! Yow, red
Cause in Wild West Oakland
If you talk that talk
Nigga better be ready to walk that walk
I'm an artist I can outline a nigga in chalk
I listen but never
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
Wit the clique or by my lonely
Ima stand on my word
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what they told me
Cause I'm my own my man at the end of the day
Single but
Years pass, people change, that's retarded
I've been goin' through the same cyclic shit
Without a garment
I've been garnet
Garnerin' respect
Til I'm
Trizzy Tre
Trizzay ay ay ay ayeee
3 The God Head
Renew Your Mind
Lord you've Empty me
So the old me is gone now
Im an empty vessel
So just please
good, I call her red Snapple
Get it, that pussy so good, I get the head after
You was cool 'til I advanced past you
Now you food, but when I'm gone
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
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