Lyrics:
We goin' out tonight
This is gonna be a hot one baby
AC:
(Ay oh) let me do my thing with a New York verse
AC will make you hot, girl remove your
never sprung
Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all
And I will never, I will never, I will never fall
I'm being hated by the seasons
So fuck
Got in the arm, one slug hit my son
He was bleedin' from the head I couldn't believe it
We was defeated if it was a case I couldnt beat it
Felt like
right and wrong
Words can kill
Time and again, the country was ruled by a foreign tongue
When he was young boy, he lost his native language
The bedrock
saw?"(I don't know! )
"We know you was there at the homicide scene"(I know nuttin! )
"And if it wasn't you, was somebody from ya team"
From the cradle
where my boy, they shot him up
Bloody gurney races by, he looks at me, they shot him up to
ICU, I lost my homie on that 3rf floor
I cant believe that
as a bird, I wanted this shit my whole life
But had all this stress on my mind
Until I realized, things plan out when it's right
In the meantime I'ma grind
properly i do it
I do it, done it
Run it like I grown legs by the hundreds
My pocket full of hundreds, I'm always hungry
Been hungry
I think a nigga need
Y'all gon' respect this cause out here, fool
We rhyme oh, yeah, we bang
But right now it ain't time
So put away yo' nine, an' fall in line
(Tell 'em why)
opps that we gon' die about this shit
I come from a place where niggas die about a diss
You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip
Cookin'
amount
Wake him up and then I ask him
Why did he attend this
Competition to get an ass kickin' so tremendous
Boy you shouldn't bother this
Leave me
DAMN!
I look mean in it DAMN!
So therefore I gotta let the top back just so i can be seen in it,
I hit the scene in it,
Then i get out & hit 1 switch
live, you get it is the way a nigga play it
Niggas ain't fightin' no more, niggas bustin' your head
Sendin' you to your grave, it's do or die, cousin
shout-out to my man
MC Homicide and DJ Fatal!
Twin one and two my man Milk!
My man Fred Dawg, the O.G.B. crew!
Y'all know how we flow
And I'm a drop it like
and we ain't second either
Need to get up and get out and cut that bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this bitch house
The lack of makin'
Popping bottles, blowing paper
Balling hard, he know they hating
But they gon' respect it
Cause he rocked Tony
And Tony had the hood on smash by his lonely
to play
Did a few things that's hard to say
And told me to keep that secret safe
Now how a young boy supposed to deal
I'm tryna act like it ain't real
Had
So advertisers can give em more cash for ads
Fuckers uhh (Check it out) uhh
Diamonds on my neck, chrome drop-top
Chillin' on the scene
Smokin' pounds
by sayin' his name?
When all I gotta say is you's a bitch
Yeah, I'm talkin' to you nigga
You ain't no killa, on the riz-illa
So High Beam my nigga,
these niggas ain't shit, so be careful
Know that your friend let me fuck if I test her
Get in it, hit it, then blow out the fender
Your ho, she got
it poppin'
Hit me
Front that shit this the south side, got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I've come to take outside, nah do it right here
Hop out
got is pride
So when a nigga take it from you
Shit you gotta ride murder, homicide
So by all means necessary I'ma strive
To get my momma out the
Hood
understand me
You understand me
It's like this all day
You understand me
Pushing down the block watching for the cops
Checking these traps looking for
But God ain't in the barrel of that pistol that you bust
You can play this game wrong, you gotta take it how it goes,
Is there ever a feeling for
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