Lyrics:
that big 4-5.
Them lil' Haitians they take ya ass for a boat ride.,
In carol city, niggas quick to board the plane wit it,
Unpack the sack and kill
that big 4-5.
Them lil' Haitians they take ya ass for a boat ride.,
In carol city, niggas quick to board the plane wit it,
Unpack the sack and kill
that big 4-5.
Them lil' Haitians they take ya ass for a boat ride.,
In carol city, niggas quick to board the plane wit it,
Unpack the sack and kill
You're the pride of Franklin County don't you leave your natural home oh yeah
A small town kid with the big city blues a yearnin' heart and taped up shoes
hood (Miami Dade County)
Them boys will put you down on your knees (305)
Woop, woop (We The Best Music, stop playin' with 'em)
That's the sound
"I don't throw darts at a board, I bet on sure things
Read Sun Tzu, "The Art of War"
Every battle is won before it's ever fought"
BLAQKNOIZ
Yo
I'm
The opps they planning on killing me
But they know a young nigga keep his heat
Growing up in Philly you can't be sweet
Got hit in his eye now his ass
Thanks for writing! Here at NIRVANA Central
The switch boards
Are buzzing, the conveyor belts
Are moving fast, and the crews are
Working double
[Trick]
Ta, told ya I was gone do it for ya nigga
Take off
Y'all know what time it is
Liberty City nigga, 6-1, Pokabean, Carol City niggas
Radio check check
Video check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it
Trynna get me a spot on the board
Trynna get me a drop Porsche
Cop the Bentley to hop out the Royce
Fly the city then dine with the boys
I've been
the blind man pity
He's got eyes all over the city
Don't let your guard down because that is what he wants
Let me tell you about this gangsta, he says he is
a bag now I'm stuntin'
City on jacks have it jumpin' (jumpin')
Pull up on me then I'm dumpin'
Hole in your chest call you Duncan (Doo doo)
Carvin' you up
everybody turn their back
Tried to get away but my city keep pulling had to stand firm bossing up sap
Had to pray lord forgive me I thought they was gone kill
happenin here. "Hola como estas?"
Fuckin commercials, damn yeah,
"This is Victoria Secretion reporting live from Orange County California,"
No shit, "where
a front
Especially in G.County you'll be done
Remember when I use to catch the bus
Remember being hiccup out of luck
Promising my babies I'll get up
Praying
Ain't much a nga need to set you up
Never take a threat out for a front
Especially in G.County you'll be done
Remember when I use to catch the bus
Wild Bunch Crew at large
Don't call me a officer just call me a sarge
Mashing up the country planning also abroad
Plan to go to America when I get
FcSTEST
Catch me off a thizzle w the thugs in the day time
Back board slam dunk a nigga wanna play foul
Hey now why u gotta bring the kay out
Boom
Driving through
Garden City and Hempstead
Easy to see who
The state cares to invest in
Whose schools look just like mansions, while The Others look
Cargo desperation always pays its dues
From Wexford county across the bay to Savannah Georgia USA
New York City is far away, We're headed for
planning board
My mind like a bank i'm protecting all the forts
[Hook: Lecky]
Imma just doing what I can
Play whatevers at hand
Ever since shit been going
your guns
And watch me get this shit hoppin like the West was won
Got that lyrical chicken feed, for all chicken heads
Crowd your Rap City committee like
universe
Far from you average rappers
Nothing is by the book
Welcome to Hell's Kitchen
Show you just how to cook
The city is full of bishops
Putting pressure
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