Lyrics:
don't need no horn
Keep my weed, I need my drugs
Got two shells, gotta feed my sons
It's only my fifth year, streets I run
Run through weed every
just minute made getting paid and were living well
VERSE 2
3 year on my day job now its rap money and I thank god
All these birdies better come down
Hit my phone bout money I'm listening
Lead by example my lil bros gifted
I was down bad 5 dollars we split it
Use to share a large fry with 2
alive
Cause niggas faces on them shirts
And it was televised
I know my bro facing them years
But I can't let it slide
And all pain inside my heart
Could
as detrimental as the other two, and YOU'LL LIVE THROUGH IT!!
Don't risk it, don't risk it-Even numbers kill you
Absolutely pathetic, like killing over light
PLANES 2 SEA
Written by Jared Price, All Rights Reserved Koma Toast LLC
INTRO
Yeah Imma make it plane 2 sea
Just a lil story Bout J to the P
Yeah
you
Rule number 1
Never give him someone to turn to at night
Rule number 2
Never bring your man around your crew
Rule number 3
Never call him
a nigga that was well mannered
Now you're in for a treat, you don't want to meet my crew
We blast if we have to
[Chorus: x2]
We blast if we have
a gentleman one day, well this is that
In fact, Dookie introduced at a show
About a year or so ago, I don't know, mind slips me
I'm in the southern states,
and regulations
Separate myself from y'all, segregation
Tryin to stop Xzibit and Dre? Humiliation
Pure elevation, got me some inspiration
Two bitches in bubble
to lose, got only shit to gain this year
Out of control, cars with six gears
Flow for my peeps and peers
Know we takin' Live On Stage
To new levels this
ballin' 'til the last sec
No other choice but to cut these niggaz last check
Give me respect 'cause I've been comin' up these last years
The only car
two (with two)
No I don't condone violence
But I got two paws and I'll do it for the crew
Got two twin glocks named Tom and Jerry
Better warn yer bros
Wingkit hits and rims,
The effects of the blue leaks side by side as we roll by,
Sound and a/c now maybe I'll scoop you up,
You shoot back at the two two
steppas up
Big dawg ironically the youngest out the crew
He like 5'6 but his record average 6-2
Said that nigga threatened who?
Get y'all church clothes
on a
Cool level we can talk, but if you live lies
Through material-fertilized eyes and
Fantasize then walk
I use my vocals like chalk to sketch
The picture
wa' walk wit it, wa' walk with it
Up in my pimp mode
Movin' through the club in slow mo
Slow the slump down, wit my arm hangin' real low
Fast crew set the record straight
What up
If this your first time listening'
Buckle up, shut up, let's go for a ride
Cause it's the fast crew
the gears reflecting on the years
Strip it until it vibrates and hums
Down to the origins just the voice and the drums
I close the world out like my music's
life
You're the only father that I ever new
Who's your daddy
Who's your daddy
As you live many years
Things take on a repeat
You're the only father that
the beat up
And 2Lou told me I be chillin too much
So fuck it I'm turning the heat up
In a lane by myself
Can you keep up
Ion care if it's cheaper to keep
Abandoned on a high wire while the city is on fire
You live by the river but on the 22nd floor and cannot swim
When they are boarded up, post no
cars (Cars)
Have to love them ratchet bitches (bitches), they get 2 Live with the Crew (Crew)
Make them pop that pussy open (open), man I feel like Uncle
tha back and look mean like E-Luv (??)
Cant no other crew stand us
Put my hands on you quicker then a nigga playin two hand touch
Yo Kuniva in
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