Lyrics:
the man you should run 'em by
In the fire, been tried
Affected the way I been wired inside
You can hide or glide
I could've been deported
That's
All the hoes coughin'
Truck exhaust poppin'
Middle of Newbury, got the parkin' lot rockin'
Old folks hate but they still steadily watchin
Yessir! Uh huh
Alright
I say, it's a
Big difference from a leader, and a follower
Dirty up some liters, it's a lotta us
You ain't diggin what I'm
off, push 'em off)
(Get 'em up)
Well, pour out the Hen' and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is
off, push 'em off)
(Get 'em up)
Well, pour out the Hen' and Coke and fire up that dro'
It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road
The block is
But the cross on your road is twisted
And reflects an imageless tool
Gotta let the taste buds blossom
Sunny side never lost em
Easy over born
the pound, if you hatin' us
'Bout to paint the town, most hated what
Most hated what, grab the dice then shake 'em up
Talked hundreds since 8 and up
You
Twenty-two I put that on my
I get so paranoid they watchin
Voices in the darkness
Like it’s haunted
No I can’t tell
No I can’t tell
Will I wake up
But apart from the aqueduct, the sanitation and the roads ...
ANOTHER MASKED COMMANDO
Irrigation ...
OTHER MASKED VOICES
Medicine ... Education ...
a fork in the road and call it the diary of common sheep aspiring
Little Billy star lit up the block got the right premise
But can't thread the needle
a fork in the road and call it the diary of common sheep aspiring
Little Billy star lit up the block got the right premise
But can't thread the needle
Diggin' ditches for these niggas
Toss 'em in, so well
Drive-by, leave him in the street, nigga
Road kill
HBA, gold fronts, let me guess, "So trill"?
Nigga,
The mic was passed and that's when I found out
(People from everywhere watchin the show)
(You're intrigued by the way I do my thing)
(People from
won't laugh at your looks
Your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need
folk
Round ‘em up boy it’s time to go
My God fly wit’ da gold sash and the white cloak
Slim path to the high road
Wide road, only flows to that black
together now side to side, stomp yo feet if ya diggin the vibe
aint nuthin mo better than a dose of hiphop
to keep ya head up
GODSWILL:
Skys the limit,kahit
Stay in that mode Keep quiet don't let em know
Live my life on cruise control
Had to switch up the tempo
Guided by the spirit know where to go
Ridin blowin loud
Don't get mad ur sht mild/
Manne, It's time to turn up
b*tches reaching for da dial/
n*gga how u like me now
Gettin money by
When the fed rush in the dope spot
And your main man tell 'em how the coke drop
How he rain danced with me by the boat dock
I know when he did that, I
behind and chose C-M-B
It was impossible on the road every week, but I know enough
And I follow by everything you ever told me, think wisely
Watch over
Knowin' that I'm as cold as Dippin' Dots, my flows just hittin' pockets
Voice just sound angelic
Pull up on bitches like Michael Jack' and push out her
shoot they ass up like rifleman
'Cause I never wore a suit made by Dapper Dan
Them punk motherfuckers be hittin' me up
And I hit 'em right back
killas, straight up thuggas
Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down
you just watchin'
(You just watchin', aye)
Imma win and make you watch it
Aye, aye, aye
I see the glances and movements
(I see 'em)
Assumin' you ain't
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