Lyrics:
about distractions, I got tunnel vision
Told my bro I'll see you soon ahk we ain't politicians
And I'm a hero in my ends but I still chill with villains
Big machine in the room but i still wanna sweep with the broom
Let me show you how demons move
Play hide and seek or peakaboo
Lil bro wanna step
carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my niggas on run
Holdin big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man
is goliath, big, leaped over a giant bridge
Called my counterparts, I told 'em they gotta try this shit
We holdin' leadership conferences
Ha, yeah
Scream No Limit 'cause I'm in it I represent it
I never met a tank dawg that didn't business
Nigga we killers by niggas countin' millions in paper
Well baby baby baby baby
It's a big quote down
Oh baby, you're not really
It's all down for the hog
Oh baby, come on gimme a drag
We're sitting
[sung]
Please lift us up where we belong
All this time we're holdin on
Lift us up where we belong
'cause life takes over like a spawn
[Dom Pachino]
you like a lil brother, I'm big brother
Look at us now, this shit crazy (crazy)
Could've been on tour gettin' hella guap
I really thought we was fed
man
I never plan to change
Burning Buddha got that
Buddha on my chain
Heard my shooter gotta
Judas in his aim
Tie'em by a noose
We gone let'em hang
Yea
love the taste, hate it served off the can
Ayy, burning in and out the can
Uh, got his daughter by the hand
Ayy, thinkin' I could be a dad
I can never
a Nematoad
Shut the fuck up
Or just like a patty we grilling you up
You niggas like Patrick
You funny and dumb
You niggas is amateur
Learn some more stuff
Your
Cowards, you gonna learn to respect power
We burn by the hour, one burst the Remmy got us
Crank shit, Shawshank Redemption scholar
Roll up, based
burners with
Barrels big enough for you head to fit in the circle shit
What you holdin' Canibus?
30 bullet banana clips
Just to handle the kick I gotta
niggas.
Khujo, Gipp, all of them nigga.
I'm doing this shit here, we ride this bitch here.
I want to see them hoes ride nigga.
Pokey in this here nigga
tote no pole for real
I can't trust nothin', I post on the block by myself
And you know that I'm holdin' steel
I cut off my old partners, my new
runnin
He turned into a bitch
Keep a big as strap like apart of my body I can't take it off
For my soul i'll spend it all you can't pay what is cost
I rock
outside
B25, the niggas try to run but know there ain't no place hide
Don't say that you a man if you got set up by a shorty
She Jamaican and had a big body
none of y'all motherfuckers fuck with my team, uh!
Ayo we the live niggas holdin heat on the street corners
Sic the beasts on you, turning mothers
the morning
I’m my brother's keeper
He’s the reason we performing
Sweet dreams love u big
I’ll see u in the morning!
I say every time every time
Now my
word to Dame Hova
That plain Jane was 12 band, that's 41 millimeters
Playing hokey pokey at the jeweler
One foot in, one foot out
It's dumb to get
mirrors from that indo'
While I'm holdin' on in limbo
I got baggage you can't see at night
Backseat, Rosa Park it
We been sippin' on the Andre
Big
a fuckin' nine
Soon as he ran his mouth, one tre pound seven to nine
Guess who's the odd man out
I guess we got something in common
I'm just a little more
carry myself hold myself down in fact
This one dedicated to my niggas on run
Holdin big gats go for your gun
Prepare to crush them we trust none
Man
foreign chicks wit big ass hips
My Pokey balls on they lips
Then I'll do they ass like cshe
Let one go then I'll dip
I Ball like ah swoosh on da mic
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