Lyrics:
to the doctor for it
Sprint, take off his spinal cord
Now run dumb bitch
Couldn't get your gun inside the club, but I bet my gun did
Young man, young man,
guns that are gigantic
Cause you wouldn't bow down like the front of the Titanic
You're gonna die, dammit
I'm bringin' drama through your homicidio
and grab, I'm taking minds off the top
Doin' stick up, no mask, I got the drop
Run up on you, in front of your buildin'
Now you speak a bazillion
Gun you
to Saint-Tropez (mop)
This bitch 'bout to sprint out the house, pew (mop)
Monica Lewinsky (ski)
Pass me your friendski (ski, ski)
I did a spinski (ski)
Out
And I rarely be round
But when I do, the jury be drowned
And you can see how clear the Pile Vase, and the Canaries be now
The top on the 5 series be
you a hater make my gun go (Fabolous: Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)
[Fabolous]
They call me F-A-be , O-L-O
you-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga)
take your shot, so go beyond
And leave a legacy that will grow eons
It's a blitz it's a charge
I sprint to the stars
The race of my heart
Embrace all my
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start
make my gun go (Blocka, blocka, blocka, blow!)
[Fabolous]
They call me F-A-B-O-L-O
You-S, you just lay down slow! (Nigga)
Know this before this,
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
your life, never jump the gun
100 meter sprint, I just wanna make it in
You will never win, come right here confess your sins
If you running from your
I had to do it (YEAH)
its what the streets want
D-Block
mothafucka
the hood series
remix
blow it up, kiss of death
when it drop, they gon cop like
stoop, shooters in the doorway
Humph humph, you want marble in the jacuzzi
The elevator ride to the top'll make you woozy
Either shootin' the Uzi
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
his church ain't right
Deacon is a pimp, tell by his eyes
Mrs. Parks said, "Brother Starks, meet you at the numbers spot
Heard you got red tops out,
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start
offer Mi Mi seh I rather
Fire n mi go
Mi fire and Mi go
Like a bullet from the gun
A bullet from the gun Mi fire and Mi go
Fire n mi go
Mi fire and Mi go
Pigpen with jewels on
See we the top rap niggas, the Q-Dogs
You got a lot of nerve, putting out them songs
Knowing that my niggas come strong, so let's
plain sight
Only stop to refuel and unload
More poison to tear more lives apart
Gang wars like never before
Better lock your doors, buy some guns
color
When I'm rollin' on mine ain't no room for rubber
Tryin' to push 800's, they ain't made them yet
Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex
Yo I'm
color
When I'm rollin' on mine ain't no room for rubber
Tryin' to push 800's, they ain't made them yet
Vipers, Corvettes and the drop-top Lex
Yo I'm
placed upon me I freely throw off
They fade away: I take my shot at the starting gun shot
The joy I've got is fuel in my heart to run with a force to break
(J'me laisse emporter par le vent)
(H,
faut qu'j'écrive)
Faut qu'j'écrive
Si on vise pas le top c'est quoi le plan
J'dors, bercé par le vent
Rêvant
What" (I'm like) "What Kid What"
[Slug]
Now Sean kicked my ass, I ain't gonna lie, ain't gonna laugh
It wasn't fun, but fuck 'em, I'ma get my gun
Shit
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