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tracking heat dont you see all the tire streaks
Aint no stopping me running wildebeest on the scene I have no protocol 

I’ve been on the side got my hands

live in a dome
It will get you the toe to toes
The street hits
Used to be a ritual through them bows
The flea flick
But now we deal with no protocols
We

Throw Molotov summon the fire ball 
Effigy burns delete the protocol 
Fumigate the thoughts ignite the methanol 
Payday is late this problem is

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hat
To put my awards on the stools
A new golf course in the woods

To hit 300 with Woods
Then choose wisely
The three rule fairly
The middle

I can smell you creepin through the woods
Trying to escape oh you wish you could
I got this zone on lock
Are you ready or not
I can smell you creepin

Niggas got a tracking device on your car
They know where the fuck you
Been goin' all week
You left two birds at your grandma house
There's niggas ready

I know you ain’t hard
Pull up to the addy lay you in the yard
Face down and we gonna take your goyard
Big straps on the waist you know the protocol

fifths
Two grams in a back wood
Too ready to start shit
Spark a spliff
And then nod to this
Apartment kid
Whiskey bottomless
Swiftly throttle twist
Think

another wood
Rollin' so much dank cause I feel misunderstood
Valley in LA
I've seen some better days
But I gotta keep it movin'
So I smoke a pound of haze

Protocol conspiracy
Tapping into veins of communication
Bleeding you bleeding me
Tightening the screws in a classified window
Liquidate civil liberty
Tracing

I hold on to present day
Mishap, disarray
Kick, clap, led astray
I been tryna catch a view
Life is just a roundtrip
I been tracking turbulence

nut sack ay
She knocking on my wood like Judge Judy
If you aint getting money then don't talk to me
I need bad bitches all in my jury
Said if you don't

living my life, man
Wood grain on my steering wheel
Pinky ring on my right hand
Twenty thou’ my closet and my
Pistol on my night stand, i’m Gudda

I’m

the waves sound exquisite
I wish I never exi-

I been tracking through the woods tryn find the money
Aint nobody love me
Bitch why u frunin
Can I call u names

Woods on the counter when they see a nigga pull up to the store

This is more than another smoking song
I'm trying to start a worldwide smoke-a-long
Get

tracking

Scoped out the play
And put it into perception
After I spark this wood
I hope it change my perspective
All these bitches I've been lending
Couple

with me, mes amis, for I aim to pull you in
We're going in the woods to find the trail of Etienne
Round and around and around we'll go again
Grabbing

in yo life yeah i doubt it
Dont come around me asking about a price bitch i got it
Put me on a play, 100 k yeah im sliding
Exotics in my wood you cant

Energy made this one
Bitch you need to pass fucking rock. You ain't score at all.
Let me break this down for you. Simple
This is the protocol
If you

Gangsta

Royce da 5'9"

Death Is Certain

2004

the protocol of all the street rules
Soldiers, ballers please, I know all them

I'm goin' all out ? for everything I believe in
Niggaz bleed behind things

here choosing he like why not me
Like I took a walk through the woods niggas smell just like some tree
I still pop out to the hood showing love

Trendsetter I'm better
My rhymes are good
I got some niggas pushing weight and smoking back out the wood
It's understood I'm meant to ball when

Mixing my coke with my xanny
Snort it all up with a Benny
Bourbon wood
Rolled fatty blazing all in my hand
Take a hit make everything dance
All my