Lyrics:
that it wasn’t to be
But it was just like rock n roll to me.
I went to the bathroom to take a piss
There was blood on the floor
and I thought what’s
props
Nigga, you got knocked on blocks
With rocks, beat down by the cops
And it still don't stop. Glock Glock
I'm grinding, steadily climbing
To the top
everyday life is crime, a 9-to-5 of slangin rocks
9 millimetres, .3-80's, AK's and Glocks
Clockin major knots, I sit back and I watch it clock
Watchin in
COMMENTATOR 1:
The referee blows his whistle to start the second half. City burst forward with the impressive Maddison, but thats a great
Throughout the years 'n months 'n days
When life used to pass by in a daze
And I was posted simply gettin faded, just waitin
Livin life with the eye for
at this time
Once again, three nuclear bombs have been launched by North Korea
And will hit Orlando, Florida, Las Vegas, Nevada, and New York city, new
with me if you
Know what I’m talking about
Hall of Fame
Even though I'll walk in the church and
Burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be
town its slaves
Instead socioeconomics define
A man his worth. He built this city on rock 'n' roll
And others cast it onto a solid rock and soul
But we
on
Drop Dead Lane is on a roll
Big bad Bes is in the zone
The master is coming for you with a flawless solo
But there's enough hot flow in it to load
Yo this Chris Rock
I'm in here with my man Ricky Rozay
We in here drinkin' this Belaire Rose
That's how we do it
That's all we do
Belaire Rose!
wasn't nothin' he could do about it, and the judge
Wasn't gonna look at the twenty-seven 8 by 10 colored glossy pictures with
The circles and arrows
and nick ct
club chocolate, hersey
by the tap, yep the blue flame
magic city lets get it man
play wit these striaght hit man
do it how you wanna, imma
the matrix, eyes closed, naked
Patron got you wasted, eyes red, hays lit
You locked cause girls tell now you spend days in
The jail cells pacing three by three
Four
Gotta whole world to explore
I wanna see more
Open the door
Let's go!
Are you ready to rock?
Let's roll!
Don't wanna do it without ya
One Two Three
the deaf
Your reign will end, your heads will roll, vengeance is here
In the forbidden zone
Driving through the streets of the old, dead city
I can
its the same song (so the Mobsters just flame on)
For scratch we was willin' to squirt some blood now we got up on hittin'
The 'cause
From stealin'
the P.J.'s, the heat waves
Kids play where heat sprays
Straight floods, no love, fake thugs
Draw blood with Four-Four snubs
Tear away your rug
Kids with
And roll my shit, smoke my shit, 4, 5, 6
Work my wrist on my bitch
While she roll my weed, out my zip
And now i got
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six,
them inches back with the pole
When I joke I tell my bitch that I got 2 dicks
She ask where I say ones stuck inside the chrome
Got me seeing different
get a flame and ya act like propane
No sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade)
No cards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thangs
I'm givin you bitches
the Natural R-e to the source
In the b-l-e-n-d
City to city (state to state)
Borough to borough
NYC to worldwide rock thorough
See me and rhymes alike
won't faze him
So many blackmen die for drugs
I think back on the way life was
Before rock cocaine started runnin' thangs
And drive-by shootings was
O.T.K. only the klan , 4evernono
Fuck
Look into my eyes...
Your soul is stained by the blood of the innocents
Feel their pain
Rockstar life, dis not
my hill, get ghost
Don't come up here with that shit, get roast
Know La Flame don't play by his toast, you know
And I'm bound to flow you down, come
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