Lyrics:
I'm accustomed to getting fast dough
It takes that whole work by they asshole
Standing by the pool in a bath robe
Bullet in yo C's or your afro
grind[01:22.75]Or best to risk more and taste loss[01:24.75]In hoping for a lucky find[01:27.43]My stillness of mind stirred by the divine[01:35.34]But the gravity
LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just - slip and slide out, we Rip and ride out
Let it C known, nigga
to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just, slip
the scavengers circle overhead
Speaking foreign tongues
Apocalypse is the buzzword we get fed
With a loaded gun
As they descend like a pack of hungry wolves
Ready
send a hit just know u get what u give
Pussy nigga look
Tales from the hood, take care in them woods
Learn how to hunt or get fed to the wolves
One
First class leavin mics with a cast
Causin ruckus like the aftermath when guns blast
Run fast, here comes the verbal assaulter
Rhymes runnin' wild like
Nature Boy
Would you look at him
Raised by wolves
Now he's in the Senate, President!
Let me show you courage, friend
Barking like a clown
When
back (Aw haw)
I might gaw let it rip (Ouu)
This the life that we live
Young nigga in the 6ix
Drop sleep round 2
Back up by 6 (Yuh)
I gotta get it by any
a meganfox (No)
OK how about star in a Megan Fox film
By 21st Century Fox (Definitely no)
Guess that'll have to be
Another Year
(More of a VVarner Bros. guy
Chorus:
I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'm a ride to the end of the road if I
the father get raised up
We John Blaze up, abrasive heat, from the phaser gun
Never left for a stun Dunn, Atilla the Hun
type Killa Park Hilla,
I'm livin
By the gun bullets spittle
AK 40 pumpin bullets like a sickle
I'm just a head crown
Hold da jeans all white kicks
Watch 30 grand, like I slang
chill
The streets is watching
When you froze your arms
Niggas want to test you when your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, got to keep
chill
The streets is watching
When you froze your arms
Niggas want to test you when your gun goes warm
Can't get caught with your feet up, got to keep
with me
If you feel that life is bringing you down
And the wolves around you, they surround
There's a place above that's safe and sound
Oh, Wonderworld,
learned
The knifes in this heart
Take me back to the start
When the block wasn't hot
Hunger pains there
But no gun in my pocket
No thousand yard stare
When
don't pretend
No paparazzi with them flashing lights
Please no more gun bars
Paint with real life
It ain't even his fault
He rap kill time
So hold 9
to that
Trappin' with the wolves and you know we all strapped
Niggas be hating I know they dissin'
They on the internet I'm in the kitchen
Nah i ain't into
Rina i can hear myself good now
You're good now, haha
Haunted by the memories of you in this life
Man, I've met so many dudes
That were jealous
Niggas steady dying got they mama cryin
Why it gotta be my son
Gotta keep in mind that anytime you live you die by the gun
She thought she knew but
this gun and end it
Unless you want it dented with bullet holes any minute
'Cause I can leave your Infinite full of those, even if someone's in it
your optic's swell
Ninjas with blades, raised from jungles of wolves
In hoods, where hammers bark and the tenants spark
Police on radar, so we stay
your optic's swell
Ninjas with blades, raised from jungles of wolves
In hoods, where hammers bark and the tenants spark
Police on radar, so we stay
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