Lyrics:
to freedom from fear
Well I alone have my own
A freedom born to make sure
Your four remain to hold strong
So called fifth freedom I'm sworn
To protect
(Antt did the track)
'Rari sittin' on twenty-fours, ya dig?
Had to cut the bitch, she couldn't play her role, ya dig?
A couple million plus I
they comin' out
Hit LB when the jokes up, touch down
That real Za, sixty-five hunnid for a pound
Ask G4 he know, we got the team strong
That chain
out your candle, have Wu-Tang tagged up on your tombstone by Jandel
Release the info, 4-4 increase your heart tempo
Scared your ass, you jumped
gone another day gone another day gone life rolls on
There's 4hundred and 20 ways to blaze
Use one and change crate
When you smokin' up the vape
racks then, well times that by four
And he's a bag of youngers that are working for him
Say the word and their trigger finger's twerking for him
And he
my man snitched
I think he Tekashi
And I fucked a bitch with twenty kids
I think it's Dashiki
I just made a ratchet ass fan
Suck my little cousin
a soldier, I'm a chief boy
Semi-auto with no recoil
Forgiatos, they on fleek boy
Twenty murders in a week boy
I'm from the murder capital, no sleep boy
cookin' cocaine gettin' hard off (hard off)
Twenty five and a sawed off (boom)
Eight dimes for the eighty ho plus four in the back
Baby a quarter pound
You smell that
Fresh out the oven
I be gettin' it by the loaf
I be gettin' it by the bun
I be gettin' it by the slice
I be gettin' it by the crumb
I
twenty-four
Hours in a day, no more
Will you stay asleep and snore?
Or will you rise to the top floor?
Yes, I'm always positive
Yes, my actions lucrative
Power
You should never argue with
A crazy mind-mind-mind-mind-mind-mind
You oughta know by now (You oughta know by–)
You should never argue with
A crazy
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The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
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The revolution will not show you pictures of Nixon blowing a bugle
And leading
I live my life like a hurricane
Twenty-four-seven 'til I go insane
I'm on a rocket to heaven
Everybody loves me
I'm surrounded by people
Wishing
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
on the front porch, Blaze the indo
Runnin from tha cops with tha homies by tha liqour store
Somebody hit tha stach box, Pass me tha match doc
see-P-3, Caliope
game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush
Still stack chips galore
Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw
Better know that everything I
I been on the job twenty-four seven, I keep the AK-four-seven
I'm cheese-head, but my whore yellow, I'm outside like Coachella
Her mouth dry, but
One thing that I've always wanted to do ever since I was little,
I've always wanted to be abducted by a UFO.
Yeah sometimes, I just go hang out in
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
it up
And too much bass in the trunk, so let it bump
You look like you mad as fuck, but who cares?
Grabbin' her by the arm, cause she stared
Don't know
four of us,
And there are so many more of us
Eldest sons that must succeed.
We know how Caesar conquered Gaul
And how to whack a cricket ball;
Apart
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