Lyrics:
2 4 6 8
Everything I see I hate
3 5 7 9
I am angry all the time
2 4 6 8
Everything I see I hate
3 5 7 9
I am angry all the time
2 4 6 8
Everything I
Hoes ridin' vics dog but I ride beemurs
I swear da red chain'll cost 16 fever
[Verse 1]
16 5-0, there go 5-0
I'm up 2-5 but I need 4 more
I got
easy, cah life's so hard
I was twelve wishin' that I was a white man, hard
Cah if I was then they probably wouldn't life mans dargs
I was dead broke,
the money, two for pussy and foreign cars
Three for Alize, niggas deceased or behind bars
I rap divine, God, check the prognosis: is it real or showbiz?
My
what it is
Ay, like, 1, 2, 3, 4
He's knocking up right at your door
5, 6, 7, 8, you can't sit and run away
9 MAC-10s beside my side before I fade away
white tiger like Siegfried and Roy,
indeed the boy, had that sweet street magic like David
Blaine and she made it plain,
If I had any advice that could
roll!
[Bridge: 8ball & MJG sample]
One to da motherfuckin' two to da motherfuckin' three
(And Yean High as me)
One to da motherfuckin' two to da
like the greatest of all time
4 Bent, Rest in Peace, had to do it for 4 Line
2L, Roy 'nel a nigga, yeah, I'm from both sides
Bangin' on wax, we only
Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng (Mazza)
One Jarring, ay tell her to move (wagwan?)
Came with the thick ting, left with a slim
Spartan, Harlem Loose
With three darlings, two leng-leng (Mazza)
One Jarring, ay tell her to move (wagwan?)
Came with the thick ting, left with a slim
the ji-ji-jiggles in your behind, a-said
One, two, three, four, come on, girls, get on the floor
A-come alive, y'all, a-gimme whatcha got
'Cause I'm guaranteed
poppin' the cork on crime look at the nine
Summertime in the court house ? shit whats mine
Two to four three to nine benatoned it what
We all ran coke
'm outside by myself wit' a stick Davy Crockett
Every other day I check a flight check the mileage
Pop came white but i turnt that bitch violet
Still
Remember back in O 2 I wasn't cool
(Wasn't cool)
Used to push a 4 door whip with 4 fools
No game, pocket tame, real dorky too
(Dorky too)
Dream chasers is
Yeah what
Young Rein
Young Rein
Yeah right
Yeah right
What woah
Okay what woah
1 2 3 4
Bitch get the fuck out my face
I'm an animal
Telling me shit I
Episode: IX
From Sage Daelun's "Chronicles of Antediluvia", volume XVIII:
Episode I: The Fall of the Shadow-King
Episodes II & III
the streets
Even though we had a half a pound by the seats
My peeps never tweek, we handle shit when there's heat
Since one cop was white the otha was
on the paper like daily mail
And just because we had sex
One two three four times don't mean that you know me well
Ahh
Don't mean that you know me well
Oh yeah
right now
White Runtz, two blunts smelling like a whole pound
Three..
Bullets left in my pole
I see six opps now eenie, meanie, miny, mo
Nigga 4..
Years
you cop two of them, we frontin' four
Fuck niggas we don't fuck with dough
Bad bitches never lets them know
Keep them round but never trust them, no
me to see her
I was like sorry darling
Should have seen me sooner
Yeah this is war
This no game
We don't play
We want more
We want 4s
4 by 4 we want
on the stars on the Michelin
I need a whole movie trailer so people don't fuck with the boy out of Michigan
Two heads just bopping, followed by plenty more
nervous when I see a white van
Live out a store, die back, nigga, cold now
Let's make a movie, then put it on two
Tryna turn niggas to a ghost, it's spooky
religion which insisted that people
are beautiful golden birds and must be preserved
for your persistent nerve
and plain white talk
the common woman is
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