Lyrics:
alright
But of course I wasn't about to just give up my son
So I did exactly what I thought should be done
I worked my ass off and I saved every cent
I sold
pirate Jack
STARKEY
It’s calm as it can be
PIRATES
Until we yell, “attack”!
SMEE
Swords and hatchets swing
BLACK BILL
Soon we win the fight
TURK
What
to where you goin
Malibu, beach, silk shirt, unbuttoned chest is showing
Got my Nobu bill comped, shoutout to Octo
Came a long way from drive bys shots out
Yeah, this the Shady Records mixtape (yeah)
Invasion, mixed by the Evil Genius (50 Cent, Lloyd Banks, Tony Yayo)
G-Unit
This rap shit plays
I am trouble in the flesh, you can't see me with the Hubble
We ain't wishin these niggaz good luck, go get a clover
This Bun B, it's "B.E. 3," this
turn out like my old homies
When it's tough, they get ghost
Ghost stories the trouble always show up
When the hope formin'
Thank God I done weathered so
Itll be trouble round here pretty soon
Glance across the room
I see this youngsta gettin ready to fire
But if he messin tonight
I think that Krayzie
stuck by me
And she came to visit anytime she could
Well I remember at my trial when she testified she loved me
And she told the judge I'd always been
the rain
I don't care if I get snaked on again
Tension and pain from my leg to my brain
Im done out here with the UK Rap scene
I don't care about best in
a Calvin check. Swapping out bills with some muhfucking counterfeits. Risking my life, for a muhfucking county fit.
Hook: So look at my seams, in my jeans
Oh where, oh where, oh where, oh where is he?
Where is he, oh, bring him to me
We'll smash his ribs in for him
With our sharp spurs, gore him
cmerica's Most
Killed his baby mother brother, slit his throat
The nigga got bagged with the toast
Weeded, took it to trial, beat it
Now he feel he
the dead dog I stuffed with G's
Tell the cops that he died from fleas
That shit was well planned, but I know when it happens
When the shit hits
close encounters so I know, that's, true
I was biking back home in the middle of the night
Almost got laid down by a car with no lights
I done blacked out
we’ll never grow old.
When our work here is done and the life-crown is won,
And our troubles and trials are o’er;
All our sorrow will end, and our voices
Watchin' time fly
As it goes by
And I sit back with a bowl packed
Night sky Black word to Kodak
Living in the moment
Go back to old days and old rules
the ground up
With a solid foundation not too much can destruct!
Unless it's done by self
I'm not made from the money, I made the wealth!
Embodied the energy
Buck 65-Square 3
[intro]
Music to be murdered by
It is mood music in a juggular vein and I hope you like it
Our record requires only the simplist
to tell us twice"
And we were Southbound and down with the wind blowing in our faces
We kept on rolling and pretty soon
The radio was cooking out
happening, it's downright wrong
Justice won't be served by a hashtag, and that's the very reason I ask that
What are we to do? We're scattered around
With
strengthening
If it ain't done by me
Then it's done by Zee
Cause that's my brethren
I'd ride for him and he'd ride for me
That's no cap or questioning
Luke 14
back 'tryna bill these racks and stack that still
Stiller than mannequins get you spot in the Vatican we put the mass in appeal
I roll in gassed with
a marathon
I spit it on the track so all of y'all can tag along
Seven billion lives, so many people but
Every single one can be destroyed by an atom bomb
gonna push on your ears they troubles
Plus I done had so many well wishes
Ask me when the hell I’ma stop
For why the hell every time I turn around
One
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