Lyrics:
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Satan father's the blind with fear he'll terrorize
I always was into Sports
And balled all in the courts
God reigns Flow from New
Oh my God what is this? An L beat?
Hit the trap phone, I got what he want
He do what he can, I do what he don't
Run up, put a bullet in his dome, oh
a fine artist
That’s a really difficult
Profession to get into, to be respected in
To make money at maybe the goal
For some of the people was
Just to work
a group of men
With dyna-mics, real hip-hop'll do you in
For you like Loo Goo Kim, or Moo Loo Inn
Hula hoop all bitches crew full with brand new Keds
the impact cause concussions
Switch lanes, wrong way
Damn
Blue lights, hit the gas
Slammed
Truck horns, headlights
Bam
Call the paramedics
My guts became
Non mi vedi più giù
Sono sopra a un Group
Li lascio da parte
E fanno vroom
BMW questi ragazzi
In giro per i flus
Non metto cagoule
Ti metto da parte
E
certain groups
Because I need to accumulate the votes
To succeed in the race
For the presidency don't get a
Big head please make
Sure that your expectations
I got that drop
I heard you was the one dissin' your man's
Fakin the flop you was just doing Whatever you can
You snaking everybody in your Group cuz
Dade County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac
Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word
Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird
back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home
Run into a group of niggas who
back home (back home)
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Ever had one of them days wish would've stayed home
Run into a group of niggas who
sure we cut classics
Buck bastards in broad day and tuck caskets
Next to Uday and Qusay, how can the group shoot the PA
And just lay whooptay
like it was a sport, man that's they goddamn hobbie
I could skate, with all this ice man you would think I play hockey
You gon' have to put yo' phone in
of doors
Man, you're big enough to be an athlete so
You ever play any sports?
Just a little figure skating
Why don't you come up to the house and
Play some
in every room
They only see what they're shown
They don't venture among the throng
They say it's God who protects them from evil
But it's really that
of the game
EA sports get ya head ina game
She giving me brain but I don't know her name
Give me bread, give a fuck about fame
I stay in the crib cause you know
Ayo, A-Trak, man
Let me tell you what the fuck happened the other day, man
Listen (crazy)
Right, look
I picked her up in my sports car (vroom)
Solid Foundation qC the label
On the rotation keep God in your prayers
Just a millionaire in that sports
Coupe you lookin' at
Gadgets on the Aston
anticipating just how great a day it's going to be, it's all going to come together, the millions of dollars invested in this sport are finally gonna pay of,
Your rap style awkward as hell
You act all wild and rap loud
You think your bars sound
Hard cause you yell?
And you was in a group called Krack City
But
to rise to the top of the industry
He notices that all the people watching him split into two groups
Fans, and supporters
Which group are you in
I'm riding
coupe
Full of different breeds but we all in the same group
Nothin ever goes down in my hometown
So we go out going make the next move
Let's chill by
end up on the news
Reporter:
In the news today, lisa lopes known as left eye of the group tlc was arrested again. this time for drug trafficking. miss
and today I'm gonna let you in on a little secret this is a group that I think is way misunderstood they have very much not been tapped into and if your
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