Lyrics:
to the store copped blicks
All my niggas looking to shoot
Fatso he the truth
Spent 10 bands on shoes
I'm in the H with my goons, rocking all black like Batman,
the ages
打磨重组每个音Polishing and recombining each sound
MUSIC WAS MY SOUL MUSIC WAS MY SOUL
LOGIC IS YOUR VIEW LOGIC IS YOU VIEW
>>> X H.Z P <<<>>>X H.Z P
Boyz, and the Beastie Boys
Black Star, Black Moon, Black Thought, Black Sheep
Queensbridge got the infamous Mobb Deep
I'm naughty by nature, yo who's that
A married man? you're out of your head
Sleepless nights, on an H.P. bed
A daddy by the time you're twenty-one
If your happy with a nappy then you're in for
you will come to no harm
By the way in the light we rest
While the evil is plunged in the dark side of the moon crest
A.k.H.E.N.A.T.O.N. Is a pro
you will come to no harm
By the way in the light we rest
While the evil is plunged in the dark side of the moon crest
A.k.H.E.N.A.T.O.N. Is a pro
Brundle
If you're snitchin' to Columbo we gon' drop you like a fumble
Now what you make is point-oh-one percent of what the boss make
And what
life, live it
Proud to be black, young and gifted
Lifted by the knowledge and
Taking the right route
Gang violence needs to be wiped out
A-L-M-IG-H Ty
funerals, criminals turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off like P.Diddy
Business wise, I play men
Hide money on the Island Cayman, y'all just
Era-Era
And everybody else would be like, hey, that's an error
Hey, H-Town
Remember using tape on the bottom of the cassette
Tape to cover up them little
the P-H-O-E-N-I-X
Yo! Seven X-Sinner Iguanas in the midst flesh issues
And set this spiritual death wish. Forget this
One of us goin' die
Resist the devil he
black features 'til you finally feel that you're black enough?
I like Drake with the melodies, I don't like Drake when he act tough
You gon' make
like a drive-by
We could stack dough sky-high
Niggaz can't touch what they can't feel real recognize real
Crew love, Roc-A-Fella till we die
As long
boy
Loud finna take your ass to school boy
Niggas ain't playing by the rules boy
Put the P in the square like a rudeboy
I ain't fucking with your crew
Mmmm triple H
Love a black sheep ho cause she's down to swing
Goya hoes are fly but they wear anything
Triple H is silky but it seems to me
That
them thangs
Or how the gat go braat, braat, braat, braat when it bang
And it seems like H-town got that popular slang
Platinum grills everybody else
they be dragging.
In the hood, you know you're not a real G,
unless you spell fat p-h-a-t.
The local shopping centre is the place you hang,
chilling with
To control my body my soul my rights we should burn it all down by the end of the night
P S Y C H O T I C
Psychotic they say that's me
To reform better yet
What are you- what are you doing
Stop being so depressing
You're depressing ah- you're
Another win on a page
I make it through these hardships like I'm
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
where you are
You're with a star
Bitches screamin' they want that old thing back
Like B I Double G I E
With some new R-U-L-E
Notorious known
like, you rollin' in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you
The pigs be pulling you over cause you
Be black and you be sittin' on triple gold
Like
like, you rollin' in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you
The pigs be pulling you over cause you
Be black and you be sittin' on triple gold
Like
like, you rollin' in Benzes, they be like P.H.ing you
The pigs be pulling you over cause you
Be black and you be sittin' on triple gold
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