LoSaints ('88 -'94) [feat. Negxs]
Nenjah Nycist
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Black in the gifted class I walk around the dead and living Men who talk first but listen last they usually live with limits Got an idea present it Shout out to the queens and witches If you cook, I'll do the dishes Nothing 'bout these bars fictitious Hit me up I'll say "What's Up" Niggaz hate but I don't care Zinfandel with my infidels, we getting out of here Money chasers, never fall out graces Money come with haters, got a lawyer eat up cases Medicinally patient My circle meet and get fried, Canadian bacon Parkinson's, we down to get it shaking Breaking simulations too, that's what Nenjahz do Form a pack, come back with food A motherfucking titan, steaming just to keep my fucking cool Really on a different level, mentally I'm killing them Spilling guts, vibe is venomous Tighten chests like you sipping rum My sanity like pendulums swinging back and forth Near the edge clear your head And watch out for flocking birds when you getting yo bread Big asses with chicken legs The world today is weird as ever Stuck inside my solitude and working onto my endeavours While I'm smoking all this tree like I'm trying to grow Haters swinging from my D, they can yell "Geronimo" Feel the melody, my fidelity is very low Niggaz heard me spit and they caught a cold Cough it up we on the road, getting dough Everything wholesale for more sales Then I'm right back at your door bell Black excellence in motion Young Gods on the scene Break reality solidifying visions from a dream It's all about consistency Got to put in overtime if you expecting victories Best fill in the gaps of life I see right through like missing teeth Observant on my lurk shit Possession through the earwaves With the bars got 'em nervous I'm curving all fake energy that I feel You do not deserve attention of a nigga so real And at my stature Gods amongst men these boys couldn't even find the ladder First it's love next it's income, right after I'm trying to win son You can take a Lexus emblem My mental's ten tons Got to own, no renting Tired of playing games Allergic to you lames Sneeze in your presence Need a residency amongst the legends for good measure Bust a nut up in the game if you thinking hollow It's like Pop Rocks when she swallow Shooting like a mortar Flint water flowing through my pencil Smoother than a gimbal Know you like it gentle, give it up like lent do We like lentil, two peas in a pod Top floor baby girl you gone need a fob
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Written by: Nicholas Porter, Zuri Dowridge
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