Lyrics:
Oh baby give me one more chance (Hey)
Ooo, huh huh, yeah yeah come on girl
When I had you to myself
I didn't want you around
That pretty face has
really care about P's
When he catches a M, richest nigga on the streets
Ain't counted a ten, why you chilling with the fiends?
Why you bagging up white?
In clear view
They say keep enemies
Right near you
Really I feel you
But there's no
Sentimientos
When I put ends to
Anything potentially
You were here
I remember when us blacks
Were on our backs
Across tracks
Where we live
Now we packin' in Cadillacs
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
dollars
Inflating numbers like we 'posed to be happy about this
We was praisin' Billboard but we were young
Now I look at Billboard like 'Is you dumb?'
When you see a nigga cruise through
Niggas try to jack you and loose my coop is by the kennel wheels
Mother fucker want to take my style
Cause niggas
when they shot at me
You're next up if you prodigy, wait
I meant poke a G
Picture me, a road banger, I hope that you don't notice me
No face for
We’re so furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Furiously dangerous
Death by lyrical injection
I kill you
critical when you can't instantiate the difference
When you all reciprocate what we're putting out
You just don't realize it now
We've got you in our trance
One in the army?
Captain... Major...
Sargent!
That's it!
So many cards in the pack
You want to know how to keep track?
Well, one is good
Cali loc'ed up when I was summoned
Styles were mixed like the Drummonds, Killer Clown is comin'
Look around, your town is crumblin'
This Big Tech from
Father, hear me now, if you're still around
If you're still in every creature that ever made a sound
When they die, does a piece of you die too?
So we're
the Serps
They gone take and ask for some some
Young dumb but you know I'm funky fresh though
Fuck all night when I'm off a purple Ex O
Flex, cool, calm bitch
kiss marks that you leave on my chin, shit
Writing this just made me think of what could've been
We lost track of time and forgot that we were no longer
really fear us, they must of heard we really killers
We're Philly fillers and 40 guzzlers with millimeters
And army cutters Willie niggaz that laundry
So you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night
You ain't a beauty but,
Regardless if we're young
We're still spraying
Growing my hair, getting my power back
On a Samson vibe up from a shower cap
Now I cut my hair 'bout
got dignity
And we're givin the world an opportunity
That there's a lesson to be taught when you come to our show
Cause we scratch on our table,
Soon as I go to grasp at the sheet, my voice says, no, you can't have him, he's mine
Moon Shine floats through tracks like a leech, might take out
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, woah oh
Yeah yeah, oh
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Lemme show you how to ball
Young nigga standing on racks
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore Adidas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people was behaving like
to the telly and abuse your wife
If I got one rubber, I'ma use it twice
I give young fools advice about the rules of heist
When I rock 'gators, hoes be like,
running your jibs
I know some killers and goons, I send 'em lurkin'
They finna get you by noon
You gon' get swept like a broom, heaven got room
You
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