Lyrics:
and I
Know you see a bad guy
Try to front on us, man
You better ask them last guys
Suicide doors pull up when we ride by
Goon niggas hop up with guns fuck
problem, came up with problems, no sleep
I was kept up by sirens
Mothers crying, son's & brothers dying
In the middle of the wild, with the jungles lions
a low voice at first some news came
A simple flu was called but then strain
One by one the countries have cried
So many human beings have died
A new war
winnin', stop checkin' the score, yeah
We can live with no warning
Spur of the moment
But it's war if you want it
Get too much of this money, buyin' too
ignored by the rest of the world.
“Baden Baden Baden Baden…tra scorpioni e farfalle”.
There is a revolution growing inside of us.
We are youth with heavy
grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just' wake
It's sickenin', he just finished bidding' upstate
And now the projects is talkin'
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah
We got war wounds (Yeah)
Lights off, couldn't watch no cartoons
(Couldn't
what you make of us and we make you succeed
And that's what makes this country great, it's built by those who bleed
It's built by those who came
still in that situation (situation)
But we still on the way to the top
Put the whole gang on that jet for a vacation ('cation)
And my brodie just came
"Mystery after gala night"
It says, "Mystery of sopranos flight"
"Mystified, baffled," Sûreté say
"We are mystified, we suspect foul play"
Bad
it
A garden left for ruin by a billionaire inside of a private prison
You never trust a millionaire quoting the sermon on the mount
I used to think I
Tony doing time for what he did to nostrils
Paranoid mind I'm still under the watchful
Eye of the law, aspire for more
Those kilo's came we give you
The socks on me cost a chain bro
Got two guns like Django
No we not fam, we don't claim them
He got inside with a, shh
He got inside with a, shh
He got
let you pass me
[The Lox]
Yo what's beef to you, three niggaz with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind
Yo what's beef to you, three niggas with hoodies and bats
That ain't shit compared to one small cat with gats
When we came here we cut off all kind
There's a war inside my streets cause They quick to bring up beef
Who tf told them we vegan xtra clan At every feast
Any time a pussy nigga bring up Moises
And it all starts to make sense
God is my witness
I've been in and out this thing
Got a war inside my brain
I feel locked up and in chains
Ain't no one can
is my blood..
We go through the pain together.. by any means
Poppin it hot at whoever.. or so it seems
Niggas that getting hot.. not this hot nigga
and puffing
We came from nothing
Robitussin
I'm so high I'm bluffing
Come from nothing
Now the girl be bussing
Now everybody say we something
We ain't even
niggas play it 50
Park the coupe they hop inside, they know we 'bout to get it litty
Know we gotta get it one way, some way
I'm a superstar, get
spend a little time as long as you mine
Stay right by my side (Skrt skrt skrt)
Shawty hop inside (Hop in)
Where we finna go we slide (Slide right through)
How does a bastard, orphan, son of a whore
And a Scotsman, dropped in the middle of a forgotten spot
In the Caribbean by providence impoverished
on the weekends
But drown in Dior
So when you came over
It could stay on you
The new cologne
(Ah)
My baby told me she was feeling fine
By my side
Always on it for
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