Death & Taxes
Nicholas Craven, Boldy James
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Where we at? Craven Mr. Jackson Yeah Let's get it It's Mr. Price Of Tea Can't understand these niggas for the life of me How they was never none of the above but they was tryna be Not out the blue they concreatures I found that shit amusin' They thinkin' we the same don't know that I'm not even human Me and Bruno seasoned vets Play with the work same way I treat my pets Screamin', "Free the real," tell 'em to keep the rest Niggas know who put on for the D, but won't give me the cred' Don't know too many niggas in the street who beat the feds Borderline anemic, in Detroit you gotta bundle up Creature Gang, niggas gettin' horsed if they ain't one of us In my ghetto where we play it every man for his self Black and white paperwork cleaner then the board of health On the set, I did done some things but never gon' confess At one point in time, seem like that money had my soul possessed Steal drugs on and on the 6 but this ain't Bouldercrest Linked up with some real niggas in Montreal, Quebec Let get it I put that on the set 227 Creature Gang, we heavy on the press Have my youngin' knock a nigga down soon as he up the rod That nigga play with Bojack he gettin' struck to God That's what you pussy niggas get for livin' in the past Everything he did it came back and bit him in the ass Say you can run but can't hide soon as we catch you lackin' It's two things you can't escape, nigga, that's death and taxes Two-way DUSSE, siete with six plus figures rich as soon as we met with Jefe This weed I'm smokin' funky as Le Peu, I call it Pepe Speed demon 392, flow like a Segway Call a bomb, no fringin', spinnin' up a full in a midget Life is what you make it, He taketh and He giveth SIG-Sauer 227 limited edition Flawless reputation blemish free I kept it mint condition Got it the harder way, so you know I was penny pinchin' Paranoid, quick to up the pole on any nigga clinchin' Goin' for it in the clutch, when this sport for inches Slide down your chimney for that bag, all my nigga Grinchs And nigga's claim they from the gutter but I'm from the trenches Ghetto Olympics hittin' hurdles I was jumpin' fences 76 and off of Curtis got the junkies bingin' Huntin' for that drank, ain't found no purple, got my stomach cringin' It's blocks I put that on the set 227 Creature Gang, we heavy on the press Have my youngin' knock a nigga down soon as he up the rod That nigga play with Bojack he gettin' struck to God That's what you pussy niggas get for livin' in the past Everything he did it came back and bit him in the ass Say you can run but can't hide soon as we catch you lackin' It's two things you can't escape, nigga, that's death and taxes What else?
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Written by: James Clay Jones II, Nicholas Craven
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