Lyrics:
bro you needa pipe down
We talkin to the feds when lil bro make that gun bow
Actin like he don't know it's over its your 6th foul
Demons on my side so I
Mary J. Blige, with her shades on, I could tell by her stones
On the left, we have Lenny Kravitz, Puffy, Pharrell, Bus
Keith Murray, Redman, hitting that
that yolk and get
Your motherfuckin' egg cracked
Northside a Bird Streeter
Southside a Eight Baller
Posted by the green gate
Cops come we scrape on 'em
all witches in throw'em in ditches
if you front to this you just kit stitches
down with the rumpeltil and I love the redskinz
should I begin trancept by
a shame that we die
When I was fifteen, naked, next-door neighbors did a drive-by
Pulled me up by my waist, long hair to the beach side
I wanted to go
My block is hot, this Glock is hot (Hot, hot)
Jump out on my block, hop out of ya car
(Bow, bow)
Jump out like the SWAT, we duckin' the cops
(Ah, ah)
, heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
approach to overlook the sea.
There since the cord, the license, or the reasons we understood will be.
Down at the edge, close by a river.
Close
strong you can't hide it
I bow down bow down
I can see your wings
Since we've been rocking
Heaving came into being
Ever miss you seconds not with you
Hunting) down 'til
That steel is felt
Rest in peace Robin Williams
Another bitch I doubt, fire
(Doubtfire) kill yaself
I can give a fuck what happened
I
banquette in the back
We'll make it yet, we'll somehow get to Santa Fe
But you'd miss New York before you could unpack (Santa Fe)
Mark, Roger, anyone?
rise
Make we celebrate
Then we grow up
Appreciate the maker
As we bow down
Singing to Jehovah
No be by might
No be by power
Morning sun rise
Make we
through the chest
That's when you feel the sting of a familiar blade
We still remember the price we have paid
Bow down, for the heretic legion
Bow down
get down
Go to any city and we shuttin' down your hometown
We young with it and cocky
Yeah, we the problem
Dynamic duo but not Batman and Robin
I
CLOSE YOU FILL US WITH YOUR GRACE WE ARE IN AWE OF YOU
WE WONT BE SHAKEN BY ANY STORM
FOR YOU ARE A FORTRESS, A CORNERSTONE FEAR WONT EVER BREAK US DOWN
step
YOU better watch your step
Now pull it out your pocket
Pull it out your pocket
Biz Mark Beatnuts we about to rock it
Now pull it out your pocket
mark the target
Hit the bullseye make it pop mark the target
This ain't a show for the weak and fainthearted
I see you full sight make you drop down
swallowing
Brittle bones and sore ribs sub clinical chlorine
Washed down with your breakfast and your coffee every morning
Watching as we're wasting away
Yeah
and start tweaking
Bow, knock yo ass down fa no reason
Ice on my neck widd a jersey like hockey
Playing my songs while I let this hoe top me
Shoes came from
no sleep
The moment I stop Ima feel like I'm weak
24/7 I'm on a new level
I'm trying to see stacks by the end of the week
I make all my demons bow down
U gotta watch da throne
In my Agbada
I'm someone u respect
U shud call me Baba
Bow Down Bow Down
Bow Down Bow Fown
Northwest Kid
Outta DC
circlin', two cuts on shorty mugged
Streets turn by the fliest of bug
It's switch the e-shit fucker
I take rhymes like a piss
Eat the beats like tuna fish
dated but I won't go there
We face down in the soup
Bent like a bow or a 'bow' or a U
Bad guest tramps through the house in his shoes
You a bad, bad
Yeah
Oh (Oh)
Aye (Aye)
Pussy boy talkin' down, you bow-less (Bow-less)
Groupie bitches got 'em body ocean (Aye)
What you mean?
Hit your spleen
Houie
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