Lyrics:
we won't need one
Once it's begun, you better recognize
Terrorism on the rise caused by government suits and ties
Because they mix truth with lies,
Rally's n got 3 for 2
Getting plugged in life that's how we do
Trap all summer first day nice shoes
Ladies lookin at em like who dat dude
It's jay Bandz I
divine
Mix that in with some sound design
And we're under there like Calvin Klein.
You out your mind? Ya damn right I am
Tell a narrow-minded Negro how
they need us
Fans greeting asking us for pictures
Cuz we up
We gon' need some type of payment want to meet us
Damn
How you took a shot and missed?
How
the peace, but we will troubleshoot
I ain't never really worried where the trouble is
Cause where I'm from on the west be was some troubled kids
Buncha
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
I own a mansion, but live in a house
A king-size bed, but I sleep on the couch
I'm Mr. Brightside, glass is half full
But my tank is half empty,
Hell naw, I got ta strike
If I want to live tight
Plus ah..we takin over..this whole town
And if you happen to bump into me or my crew nigga bown down
what you said, some shit I don't want you to say again
You let us just go, I never wanna share my heart again
I told Kai, just roll up, we gon' pour up,
you start your business just so I can lift a burden
Hang tight for a second I promise it'll be worth it
I wanna buy my sis a house and some Birkins
She
me hear you
say Hoo, if you want some more
just like a believer dance #140#til you drop
#140#cause me and Dee dominate the charts
and if you think it¹s
life
I don't know, on my life
Yo, nigga check the stacks, check the results
We in your top five by default
I swear to God we're putting UK rap
got some paper
Live the life they wanna fuckin' live, but this shit overrated
Fuck bout what you sayin', pull up to the yard and let it spray
Bitch, We
Then I write, spit, produce, mix and master, do it all again
[Verse 2:]
Some of the things you can’t win, death, tax, or presidents
Society makes you
like a futon (ooh, ooh)
Bitch, I want the salad, no croutons
I'ma run this bitch back, fuck her two times (two times)
In the bed with a twenty, that's
There be no come back
After we're done we eat them up
like a quick snack
Payback time now
Here's some knowhow
Let me show how
Breaking no bow
Like
the
Oven and bake ‘em up
Domingo he live by the gun
You don’t cooperate, we cut off your tongue
He don’t understand what the fuck going on
How the fuck these
2 Ghetto
intro
Ah grand ma use to make Alcohol and that's how we get our meals
Some times she get beaten by the police and put in jail
Warchild
myself a cassette, to hoop in my jeep deck
Grab the disk then dat, give my crew dap, then I jet
[Chorus]
[Kwest]
I mix my batter bigger and better
don't want us on top
I came from the A's
Cooking noodles out the chrome pot
Niggas use to hate listen to us in they home now
I speak what I live
Let's see
things are downtown,
You might have to stay for awhile.
There was a helicopter hovering over your house
When I talked to your neighbor, Kyle."
are downtown,
You might have to stay for awhile.
There was a helicopter hovering over your house
When I talked to your neighbor, Kyle."
"Who
The last four were "We have no son."
Some wounds never heal and mine had scarred me for
life. A great star fell from the sky that night and
with its
On the First Day of Dissmas, my bitch gave to me
Two condoms and a bag of sensee
On the Second Day, guess what the bitch said
"Ruck come to my house" 'cause in
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