Lyrics:
over, I've got a job to do
And the world will be less crowded by the time I'm through
And I'll keep rolling while bullets slide
'cause all my shootin's
3pm, one afternoon, not much witness
Gun down by a bullet, that wasn't
Meant for him, this world is so insane
I have to live my life, everyday looking
Still your beauty rare so natural I might shadow clone Jutsu so I won't miss you
Leave one me with you now hop on my sword call me Yoshimitsu
1st day
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
are the bullets flying in the air
The next day another friend lying dead on the ground
Try being a kid who is looking for a job
The only thing he finds
about what I believe in
When the days of the kingdom for Chicago gon' come?
I'm coming back like the Prodigal Son, and I got a son
And I don't want my
taking.
You know we're rolling.
Don't do no simpin'.
Oaktown players, strictly pimpin', baby.
My name is Short.
Just what you've been looking for
profession.
Can't be effected by the Great Depression.
So if you want to be giant sized,
Come to my school. Get pimp-matized.
In your school, what do they
mouth shut forty seven sprayed
Prepare for the outcome and pray for my prey
Then we getting shotty kill a biting nigga with young gotti
Then we eat
a day
And talking to herself in a most alarming way
You must keep your feelings for me in check
Gobnait
Day Seven
Nuala,
We are not amused by
clashin' it with stars
Sayin' prayers for my peers, while I'm ashin' the cigar
At least five times a day, I'm bustin' hunnid dolla' licks
One phone call
switch out the bitch when I’m bored
You live and you die by the sword
I am a dog I’m a demon
Claim they my blood they anemic
Niggas be fu and it’s treason
again
When I'm in a function, I don't vibe I feel it out
Too many niggas in one place my bullets ripping through the house
He just told me where he from I
seven on the 868
Put a bullet through a batty boy
Let him know man keep the business straight
Y’all ain’t want it with my present day
Y’all ain’t want
bullets or maybe five more
Please aim for my chest, my heart sore
All this pain to my name broke my core
But it's fine I'm guessing this my war
I'm tryna
believe in
For trees to grow in Brooklyn, seeds need to be planted
I'm asking if y'all feel me and the crowd left me stranded
My blood pressure boiled
that shit
You guys are way overbudget
Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for of this
Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school
And by
in my dream I could'nt sleep for like a year
I was bopping off the bus tryna remember all the wing names
Said wagwarn to bro six times a day i'm going
ride or die
I’ll take a bullet for you any day
Yeah yeah
I’ll take a bullet for you any day
Yeah yeah
And mom you know I love ya I really do
And dad I
livin' my life like a king, maybe one day
Until then I'm livin' Monday through Sunday
Bringin' the Gunplay for all these beefs and battles
When we
Catch me in traffic with 7 broads and a nina
Bullets we send em like packages
We get it clapping with no applause when they see us
I drop a deuce inna
homeboy Frog
Old school partnas from juvenile hall
I got the gin and juice, and gas in my tank
But the day ain't shit without an ace of dank
Fuckin'
Den 16 years old learned how to trap in da cold
Yeah me and tizzy was stuntin
By 19 years old I think da trap had my soul I use to pray for da onion
Yeah it's that time again
Where we link up for a night of romance
Just you and I looking up at the sky
Lying side by side with our toes in the sand
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