Lyrics:
Records,
Punk Goes nineties, oh
Shout out to all the bands in the record
Falling In Reverse, two thousand and fourteenni and beyond?
Gangsta's Paradise,
catch a flashback in this bitch
Everyday I wake up
Different bitch next to me
Black, White, Asian
More colors then the Fugees
They come, snobby
Yo, let's get back to the hardcore right now
Underground hip-hop yo (*foreign singing*)
This one's a gangsta tune, whassup fosha?
I'mma send this one
trouble man
Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man
Rubber band man, like a one man band
Treat these niggas like the Apollo, and I'm
a miracle
To drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
(Punk ass nigga)
So let's wait till it get dark
Woo
It's Shady a.K.a. The army, Shady Records
Break it down
I do a lot of spittin'
And I don't gotta try
But I ain't got rhymes to waste
feed us lies, blind our eyes
If you're hand's the same color as mine's, black man rise
To all my hustlers pumping cracks behind the buildings
Ghetto
that I had at the time was singing. And I thought, well, if I could get a record deal and become a singer, then I can make lots of money and become
and you shall find my evil is blind
Cause I give a fuck less, color of your flesh, I just want to mess
Up your fuckin chest with my jet black tech
my bills
Buy matchin' Lambos with the same color wheels
When I ain't out shoppin' spendin' dudes' C-notes
I'm in the crib givin' niggas deep throat
my bills
Buy matchin' Lambos with the same color wheels
When I ain't out shoppin' spendin' dudes' C-notes
I'm in the crib givin' niggas deep throat
it
Seein' this shit from the other side
How most brown nose for the green, make me wish I was color blind
I got signed and my mother cried like my
Dedication 6, ah, ah (see normally this is what I would say like that we go on) (gangsta, gangsta)
This that six shit
Ah, Dedication 6 (but really
to that, they ranked him wack,
Only thing that's left to do, was to go gangsta rap,
So now he rhyme about the keys being sold,
The G's being
a miracle
To drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
(Punk ass nigga)
So let's wait till it get dark
mine
It seems like these days
We just leading the blind
We say behave, be safe
Then feed off the crime
The lives I live
The lives I give
For all
be
Just a lame-ass middle-class gangsta wannabe
Here's a summer jam from my hand see I wrote this down with my blood on a sheet
Burnt it up, cast it
a miracle
To drive a car this color down Imperial
Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark
(Punk a** n****)
So let's wait till it get dark
Weapons
Niggas Knowing you Pretending
How you Doing all That Talking
Niggas So Gangsta On the Book
Get In The Booth Record A Song
But In The Streets
Light a L, aye
Two step just when this record play
We used to cut on the fuckin' oven
Back in section eight
2015, QP for 650
That's pressure wait
Get
And against all odds
Get da fuck outta dodge
But I'm a nigga wit records dat da state can't file
Young, blind, and wild
An uncontrollable child in da ghetto
But
Be careful who you hang around
They wanna see you sink and drown
Suppose to be yo niggas
But they tear you down
I was blind
But I see you now
Solid
Uh huh
Blackhand Entertainment
Roc a Fella Records
In association with the streets
The Black Gangster
In conjunction
With everything
december
Woah, messin' with the gangstas, riders
Uh uh
Y'all messin with some gangstas, riders, 9
11 survivors
Y'all still want beef then holla
You think you
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