Lyrics:
dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with
for my village, yeah
I do it for my pe (Aye, yes, sir)
And the blood drippin' by the gallons (Grr)
Dolo in the whip, I solo any clique
It's not
a place
That can unite us all
I call it the dancehall
But you will know it as the
Reggae party
Nuh bring nuh trouble when yuh Deh Inna mi party
A nutn fi
Y'all know what time it is
Call the punk police, they can't stop us
Niggas run the streets, we troublesome (all you niggas die)
We troublesome
think)
Guess what, we already did, go (already)
I'm feelin' like a Black republican, nah, I can't call it
More like a Black democrat runnin' 'em out
f***ed and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin'
real niggas stuck in the street game
'Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass
real niggas stuck in the street game
'Cause rappers like Jay-Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they veins
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass
his check
Or go out like Ye and lose it all by respect (yeah)
Now how you want to play it? 'Cause it's all in the game
You motherfuckers saw what
they call him El Diablo
Diablo staring at a dancing flame in
His hand shaped like a woman
This LA gangbanger thought he was the king of
The world until
on the low, might be at the murder
Holding off the place y'all cats never heard of
Yeah, chicks wanna peep me out
Nasty ass, want me to pee in their mouth
But
to call it too early
Now it seems a world away, but I miss that day
Are we ever gonna feel the same?
Standing in the light till it's over, out of our
fucked and papa ducked out
Look at us murderous thugs showin' less love in the drug house
Similar to savage it's a wonder we manage
Bring chaos causin'
to see incarceration
Makes you soft
16 in the clip
One in the chamber jello
Maybe it's all in my brain
But it seems like murder follows
Shit's crazy in
on the freeway
Got niggas shootin' behind and after me like it's a relay
Blow his candles at his candle light, call it a murder bday
Fuck the scoreboard, nigga,
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
dimes in them schools
I wake up get it I had grind hard
Cause I do this shit for my ppl
Came from the streets where they murder
My Nigga my residence
my heart and on the ground he left a stain
In my city it's a murder every day and that's a shame
Them crackas take us down for how we live when they
be nice and hold your space
I won't entertain no more disgrace
Out in the street they call it murder"
sentence, I got 'em mad as fuck (yeah)
This for my bros in the chain gang, I'm 'bout to pipe it up
Ayy, free Cold World Tay, tell Lil Pokie that it's up
But today, (today) today I say fuck the world (fuck the world)
As we made it, Silkk the Shocker (Silkk the Shocker)
See-Murder (C-Murder, bossalinie)
Hey, young world
M-murder, fake man
Y'all know the beef from the hood, it'll never
Tell 'em DJ turn it up, turn-turn-turn it up
The bitches,
Ready for war Joe, how you wanna blow they spot
I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop
Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's
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