Lyrics:
As time goes by, an eye for an eye
We in this together son your beef is mines
So long as the sun shines to light up the sky
We in this together son
girl call, feelin' she mad, she threw the ring out
How she found out, she dreamt the whole thing out
Y'all be goin' through problems you gotta work
to slave the babies
Ay yo they didn't know the cop was crooked, he had blow out in Brooklyn
All his white he let the fiends cook it
The base heads
Over there, but I think he best to beware
Of the diggy dog shit right here
Yippy-yippy-yeah, yippy-yah, yippy-yo
Like Deck said, this ain't your
pops stuck up dope spots
Big black and mean with the
Fifth by the gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin?
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I
yo
Fearsome shit, check it out
Yo, yo
It broke me up when they pat me on my shoulder
Said stay strong 'cause his life is now over
I flash back
Rottweiler spoil the spot sellers
Guns and Glocks for the niggas who got props
Off top, jail niggas get mad bigger
And, yo, mail a guy about a hundred
Count down 3, 2, 1, come down Mad Lion!
(Mad lion) yo yo roll a spliff, what, yeah!
Di night is young, We all got our guns
Who's down to go commit
For better or for worse
Make it work
I ain't goin nowhere
Yeah, I messed up, but you hurt me, Blew it like it's yo' birthday
And you love it baby
cool
Yo Knock get the glock, these bitch niggas is actin'
Making movies, we'll make a movie about this shit after it happened
All that yappin', that
the bricks
They said I ain't really bout it
I ask for the addy and
They really backing bitch
I get my money and stay by my lonely
While they on me and they
that you wrote
Don't be mad cause you broke
Let me clear my throat ah huh ah huh
John forte, grab the mic, let's sway this way
I'm more than just
go to project
Slam you like Hamill's Whitewater Scandal
Wally sandal just a sample, my niggas fertilize thoughts
Yo mad support drink a quart then
Owww!
Get on down [x3]
[Erick Sermon]
Well, it's the E wit the juice, I'm down to get loose
Strapped in black wit the nine by the boots
hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Throw yo
Kothi Car Sohni Naar
Tere Yaar Darling
Kothi Car Sohni Naar Toh Yo Desh Laye Haande
Tere Yaar Ne To Leni Bas Maj Darling
Kothi Car Sohni Naar Toh Yo
(The hypnotic, the hypnotic)
(The hypnotic, the hypnotic)
Yo,
I knew this girl named Alana with mad persona
She delt with reality never fed it
know that shit
Ain't gotta worry boutcho spot ion know that bitch
You da only one I fuck wit girl
Yo ex mad cause he know I hit
(And I beat that thang
Yo I had it all planned out
Really thought I would've found love by now
They always send they friends like they looking for a scout
Yo come and gimme
fooled by both them dimples on your face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
Heat rooms like a thermometer
Two-forty
Hardcore, real ill niggas
I'm internationally known
When I be on the mic
Hardcore, real ill niggas
I'm internationally known, yo
Hardcore,
the club
Got my mind on danger, never been a stranger to homicide
My city's full of gang bangers and drive-bys
Why do we die at an early age?
He was so
"Yes, it is I," says me
And all who agree are more than three 'cause they're we
Yes, yo, I'm in the house now for sure
Because I wanna talk about
[Lilscienz]
Yo, freestyles, reside to the e-ventually
You might see me, kick the spree
Get the tape in the Benzi box
Up in club spots
On a regular
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