Lyrics:
Everybody know the drill
Doves cry when thugs die
But dude we kept it real
Did the time, pump the steel, read a book
Gainin skills
Learn you can live by
matter no one say it ain't true
But homie no lives matter until black lives do
Until that day and there after, I stand by you
Homie no lives matter until
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
on the sky
With the brushes of my mind
I thought I'd know by now how to shake this off
How to throw up my hands when it all kicks off
But I turn and spit
ain't warming up I'm pre-cool
'Cos I'm 'bout to get mad icy
Before I kick off ice me
Before I get too pricy
Peep the body and then stand by me
Book me
but never convicted
Prozak, King Gordy, Tecca Ninna Self Inflicted
ACCESS DENIED(4x)
(Tech N9ne)
I don't make my music for no mother fucking whites
I
what I'll probably hear
Sharkskin is what I'll probably wear, designed by Pierre, trust me
And look lovely with it
Cop a 4.2 and get ugly with it, snugly
off
I stopped trustin' niggas since Gotti got caught
It's Bricks, keep your wrist covered, I'm piss colored
By the waist got a gun as dark as Kris
dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of
Medicine and generate mills
Tour the album, only for more sales
Last name stoner,
cut my umbilical
Cord, I swing swords, behold the prolifical
Rhyme writer, hip-hop provider, prize fighter
Live wire, quick to set the mic on fire
I
When a Rogue's at
You're trying to hold back
His dough sack
And try to bozack
And he go cock
The 4 4 back
You chose that
So cut these ties
and separate trails in the sand
Even when we walk together side by side, hand in hand
You need a ride? Hey, are (are) you going my way?
Now we can kick it for
[Repeat: x 4]
When push comes to shove (kick ass) [Repeat: x 3]
When push comes to shove and we stand him up
All my life seem to been bad man
It was
I dirty
etched by reason of this long journey
I'm someone good from you can be around this yo
So much time you have to learn to live with it
Aiyyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot
Trizack it sound like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1 my man Meth-Tical come and get some
Player my position, hot
him in the figure four
Old Quavo might just pull up and just kick a door nigga
Free my nigga Westside got 5 to the dope nigga
Free my nigga Kobe got
if I pull out some heat, nigga, you gon' kick in (kick in)
And that's just the rules set by the fool from the old school
When it's time to duel, you
[Chorus] x 4
[Master P talking]
For all the muthafuckin runaways out there
I mean all us niggas that been incarcerated by technology
By
fail, kick 'em to the ground (yeah)
Not just neighbors, the whole damn town
Own flesh and blood, said I was a clown
But as the world turns, my life can
past
A hundred white lies, now I wanna hear facts
I'm literal, miss me by a four second interval
Catch me by surprise screaming situation critical
Live, live
Live, live, direct
Live, live
Live, live, direct
Live, live
Live, live, direct
Live, live
Live, live, direct
Born in a flood
"lights off shit coming at you live and on fire
Kottonmouth kings, and cypress hill"
You know southern california be home of the highest
Between
Ha, yeah
It go, gangsta, gangsta, thug, killa
I'm the black panther that shot the drug dealer (uh-huh)
I live on the block where dudes bust they
Born down in El Paso, where the tumbleweeds blow
To the middleweight champ of all of Mexico
Dad fought many bloody battles, and he raised four
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