Lyrics:
(Steel Banglez)
Chyeah
Morrisson
Live by the gun, die by the gun (die by the gun)
But it is what it is if that time ever comes
Because I made
(whats up?)
Now you know what fuckin' set he's claimin'
A wild little nigga and it ain't no tamin'
And just when you think everything is calm
That
piranhas, this is my Bogota, fuck it
Leave you hanging upside, kids here's the piñata
Shit gets hectic, in mi casa, carve out that phony placa
Niggas want
major Cause that drip on me is major, major
We goin' wild, we goin' major We goin' wild, we goin' major
Like its litmus paper
Dip me in, I change that
The sky is fallin' and the ground is reachin' up
The river's goin' by and the water's gettin' high and I feel like givin' up
Standin' in
than Jimmer Fredette
Shit you can keep the MVP like Giannis
I respect that shit, I Promise
But the 'Ship Only thing on my mind
Team by my side, this
all soaked in rust
She cried and she prayed for this lonely child
He’ll never come back in from the wild
She cried and she prayed for this lonely child
that bitch by the clitoris
You get spit on shit on hit on get on the dick of this
Slick niggara but you can always call the Nina
A killer in America,
Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down South
So I was like, what, what the fuck is Bin Laden weed?
Man he said that shit is like
Bin Laden weed
Y'all don't know nothing bout this down South
So I was like, what, what the fuck is Bin Laden weed?
Man he said that shit is like
directly out the fetus
Evolution for the young killer convenience
Radio check check
Video check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
and 2
Paramedics fighting for you, who's gon' win?
The hands of time, or the hands of medicine
Don't cry, witness your fate, this is your wake
Walk by
You cant have my soul
This is God sent
In a category by myself
Is where I fit
Don't start beef
Unless you came equip
Wacth me as I Anker ship
Wipen off
wit all this gave me they hate to cherish
But still I made it
A made nigga made by the game
Made for war
My aim is simple and plain
Yah wether
represent, rock the boulders
All my rich gangsta style, killers, y'all know what time it is
Shorty do your thing, get up on that shit right now boo, do you
of measuring pots of Pyrex, cook in the kitchen
Captain Hook to these infants, it's like my folks is still on the benches
Surrounded by villains and henchmen,
I thought it was dope to show
How dope you is
That ain't the biz
Sell it to all your friends
And your relatives
Tell them to go tell them kids
This
always want more
So I got drugs pump and more
This is my belief, my philosophy, geography
Ecology, biology, psychology
I used to spit Gillette razors,
song string,
this river coursing through my life,
these wild swipes at meaning.
Now I circle back to look into the spring.
When I was 17 it was 1995.
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
Burnt alive we turnt to ash
Fuels the fire light the gas
Ressurected by the mask
Never found us dead and now we're back
The Mauxuleum
this is where
trees full of life
A young figure sits still by a pool
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
He is you
Social Security took care
trees full of life
A young figure sits still by a pool
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
He is you
Social Security took care
trees full of life
A young figure sits still by a pool
He's been stamped "Human Bacon" by some butchery tool
He is you
Social Security took care
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