Lyrics:
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
and cut they ass
As sharp as a machete
Dope I don't, herbs I do
You bitches probably couldn't see me with a birds eye view, ooh
It's alive, finna make
and cut they ass
As sharp as a machete
Dope I don't, herbs I do
You bitches probably couldn't see me with a birds eye view, ooh
It's alive, finna make
Came a long way from 8-0
Now I go to anywhere that I say go
Used to dish it to my mama with the rates low
Now I sow it and plant em just by
beat by beat
Baby can't you see, if you the bird then I'm the bees
In other words your keystone species
She love me
She love me, she love me not
I guess
up
Its chef Hardy i been cookin up
If you aint know by now just look us up
Gave out too many chances
Nigga, now the jig is up
You cant see it, we cant
couldn't defend
Guess I never had nothing
At least by the ends
I won't pretend
That I even still can
See the whites of her eyes
From where I still stand
I got my hammer
Against the odds, I'm a gambler
Talking that street, proper gander
Them birds fly
I got three or four cops, how can you relate?
I got
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
money n****
Ball baby ball, you understand me?
From 100 to 1000 n**** yea from a mill to these mills man
Okay, them birds fly high but we get them
raid, Bone, we got roaches
And Fonzie can't rumble, yeah
And by the way you can have Bryant Gumble
Babe Ruth was good against the white boys
But he
In the town lived a girl so fair
Her mother would not dare
To let her anywhere
She was a lonely girl
John and paul and ringo and george
Were
Man you hell of a pussy for
The shit you did last night
I could tell you nervous right now by
How you moving your hands right
Yeah please don't fuck
should've left us alone yeah
30k play off my phone yeah
We got them birds Georgia dome
Bags in today by tomorrow they gone
Walk down on that boy we not
We ain't ridin' by, we speed past
All this medi', I can't relapse
Pitch a sample get the feedback
Hop in nigga get yo' feet wet
Play the game nigga
Where we split on a five
And the moment is alive
Up at 6:45 until midnight comes
And the sun goes by
I'm singing, we alright
I'm searching for
I'm chewing magnets
Boost Mobile chirping, remember when we had a phone?
Birds on a wire, like we watching Indiana Jones?
Out in Indiana in pajamas from
you heard and pay 16 for this bird
We slangin' ki's and stackin' g's in the suburbs
Mouth full of dope, bold's yeah you know
Them richmond niggas, quick
Bronx desperados shake ya up, make you a flunky
Put ya Jones in the back of you ya hip-hop monkey
[Regina Hall]
Can you explain the incident in
Gotta step back for this shit
(A BIRD, A PLANE, TRAIN) An automobile
An undefined moment flyin' over the hills
I know what I know and
What I don't
a dog does a boni
George, get off my jock
'Cause I'm really gettin' tired a this shit
So step back, Dan, and throw up those fists
'Cause I'ma
here swear they so appealing
I'll step through your business and hurt your feelings
That was Full Cooperation by the Def Squad Crew
And this is Dave
the grave
By then it's too late, we need to be ready to raise up
Welcome to the end of days
Everybody enslaved, only some are aware
That the government
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