Lyrics:
They ain’t rooting for us but we still be blooming (Blooming, blooming)
Running up the numbers, bitch we selling units (Selling units)
Got
criminals organized
You'll take what you got, and give a shot
And so watch me pick 'em
I hunt up a sucka, and then unload on my victim
It's like, [gunshot]
when there’s nowhere left to hide?
Tell me, what do you see in me when you look into my eyes?
But if all lives matter, why I gotta die?
Stop killing us
Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
Brother will kill brother
Spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion
Something I don't understand
Fools like me, who cross the sea
to Organized, 'cause they raised me
I'm also down with LaFace 'cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool
Yeah, it's real cool, getting paid fat pockets
to Organized, cause they raised me
I'm also down with LaFace cause L.A. Reid, yeah, he pays me
And it's cool
Yeah, it's real cool, getting paid fat pockets
Brother will kill brother spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion something I don't understand
And fools like me, who cross the sea
always Stakin
I make that Pain for the town u know they gonna jack it
And u know we moving units like its going Platinum
Me and my Ms Making a killing we
fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number one
Lumbar support on the belt
Doin' 90 or more debatin' on
The latest rhyme wars
Where unit's don't count
But your rap pay add up to large amounts
Get my
still moving further
Hope seeds grow to be
Trees and not just bushes hiding burners
Can I live without killing y'all? Please
Can I live without killing
fat shit, I always love to lend a helping hand
Organized rhyme unit like the Poison Clan
While your ride is busted, I be your luxury Sedan
Number one
the motherfucker out
Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street
Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east
A unit down from
back and taste, lumbar support
On the belt doin' 90 or more
Debatin' on the latest rhyme wars
Where unit's don't count
But your rap pay add up to large
the motherfucker out
Yo you can't hide from jail and you can't hide from the street
Flavors do get deep when you're walking the east
A unit down from
units
Your niggas unknown
Shoot out with the gang go big or go home
Ak-47 to your head and you gone
This is my kingdom i sit on the throne
Using my
ain't got no trauma unit (oh)
He was filled with Xans and lean, now he filled with embalming fluid (oh)
The killers gotta step in for the peace, can't
a trap, those attack
Foes who lack respect get head cracked (oh)
Survive with the movement
Madness, domestic abusin'
Extortion, Organized Konfusion
Teenage
criminals organized
You'll take what you got, and give a shot
And so watch me pick 'em
I hunt up a sucka, and then unload on my victim
It's like,
killing us
This maybe in our humbleness
If i pull my shit out, i can end it
I can blow shit, yeah
Ima fight unit it's won
Ima shine bright until dawn
I
Brother will kill brother, spilling blood across the land
Killing for religion, something I don't understand
Fools like me who cross the sea and come
In the year of 2021 a new Investigating Organization has been found. Their objectives are to locate and uncover corruption, organized crime and high
from the dope killin' my throat
Lean my seat a taste, lumbar support
On the belt doin' 90 or more
debatin' on the latest rhyme wars
Where units don't
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