Lyrics:
what proceeded was the glue
What lies between is the fiction
Don't f*** around and make it true
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
My adversaries crumble when we
on ha face
My stick I let it blow
You gone die fa trying
You think bout robbin
Imma let it blow
Got sticks from Texas h**
If I gotta problem
Imma stretch
F*ck that opp sh*t
We been living life like there's no options
Taking what we get so you know we out here Robbin'
Mobbin' in the mosh pit on some
Bitch, I'm bleedin' like Carrie
Been through so much this shit scary
It'll take a lot for to scare me
Sendin' prayers to God to prepare me
I can't go
like Led Zep and Al Qaeda
With weapons of mass destruction an hour later
What's your identidy today?
You on some John F. Kennedy or Timothy McVeigh?
like a woo
I'll robbin in that bank
f_ck'em errbody I feel like a frank (trever)
keep it and spending my money buy lex
I never copy man. shout out my
else
What the f- you whispering for?
You get on my nerves, you make me sick
I think our relationship, it seems to be on the fritz
I mean it's time
Lil Ballin' tell 'em I really go off
And I came out the water like a motherfuckin' dolphin
I'm kicking doors nigga you know I was robbin'
No Weezy F.
Qaeda
With weapons of mass destruction an hour later
What's your identidy today?
You on some John F. Kennedy or Timothy McVeigh?
This Henessy done
life
If you thinking bout robbin
I stay wit ah takeaway
I'm hot I'm on top of these verses
I'm sum like ah sauna
My n**** we made the wave
Uh b****
I'm
I'm on a mission to stack my money up to the ceiling
I hate when these bitches all in they feelings
All my n***** robbin and they poppin
I'm coming
poppin they head
Poppin no pills, I
be poppin a bottle
Im robbin they bands I dont give a
f*** what u said
B**** get outta way
I be gettin my own,
none
on the prize!
F-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-f-FUCKKKK
If it hurts you know yr doing it right!
Push!
Uh- alright- on the count of 3
1 - 2 - 2 and 1/2
3! push push
Get that baby
I'm finger f***in'em
F*** a vest, tell ya boys have a bullet proof truck with'em
It's Geda K the young horse, and M. Ease of course we gettin cheese
like Led Zep and Al Qaeda
With weapons of mass destruction an hour later
What's your identidy today?
You on some John F. Kennedy or Timothy McVeigh?
I'm finger f***in'em
F*** a vest, tell ya boys have a bullet proof truck with'em
It's Geda K the young horse, and M. Ease of course we gettin cheese
on your a**)
Word, but who the f*** has heard?
It's time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a n**** invasion
Point blank for the caucasian
The f*ck u thought I'll never let a b*tch play me cuz I'm for from a simp
Growing up I seen a lot cuz the streets raised me but it is wat it is
Go
crash, way she ridin', ridin'
It's up in my stash, not up in my pockets (stash)
They put on that mask and they get to robbin' (mask)
I came a long way,
what the Dread won't know won't hurt
Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'
Life interceptor,
on your a**)
Word, but who the f*** has heard?
It's time to take a trip to the suburbs
Let em see a n**** invasion
Point blank for the caucasian
a
Trick hoe, what the Dread won't know won't hurt
Robbin his workers for they work; now, WHOSE TURF IS THIS?
It's Klep's, the clothes wreckers'
Life
'em, I must have forgot it
Go get the F&N, cock it, screw it on, I kill you in silence
Wait, I thought he was straight, so why he keep hoopin'
that they get better
My people dropping everyday like mother f***en
the weather
Up in my city
Up in my city
I never thought that I'd be here if you had
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