Lyrics:
that, but it's all words
Words can kill more pens, than guns, and friends
and foes, God knows, I chose the pros
that rose, still froze-n, chose-n
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
the gun, or die by the gun
Nah that ain't metaphor, take it how you want
I'm just spitting to the game, eat you like you lunch
Crying to the most high, this
dem life and di street wisdom
Some ah dem chat fi di money, some chat fi pum pum
Some ah chat righteousness but dem ah live by di gun
Well I man ah
a big black belly
If I get to shaking like jelly and the gun
Don't jam, you're a dead motherfucker!
Niggas say sweet like smuckers
Peanut butter pack
Verse 1:
toe to toe Kid 'N Play's on a roll again
it's only right that we keep the crowd dancin'
the rhymes are dope the tempo is steady
you ready
Get ya dolla daze, pop a colla plaze
I'm come through wit the brand new light blue ready to eat n' shit
Niggas can't compete my shit
Got the whole
Cakeboy Bally
Nigga pocket watchin' (Watchin')
F&N with me doing nun' but headpoppin'
(Woo) shootin' movies with your bitch like
Her name was
Joker)
Yeah boy, you hit the jackpot
So chill as I flex my skill and rap talent
Smooth hardcore, no time for love ballads
I'm not kickin the slow jams
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
**** rap, coke by the boatload
**** dat, on the run-by, gun high,
numerous
Shots with the fo'-fo'
Fagots running to the Po-Po's, smoke em like cocoa
Fuck rap, coke by the boatload
Fuck dat, on the run-by, gun high,
[pmd] yeh.. erick sermon.. epmd.. check it
[e-dub] redman.. method man.. lady luck.. def jam
[pmd] erick and parrish millennium ducats
Hold me
bye when Ever
I fly by cuz i i
No need to reach cuz you'll be Claiming my fault
Betta watch ya mouth with that jibba jab talk
Seasoned beef wit sum
dawg, we shuttin' down the jam
Don't fuck around the man, cause bitch, I is the man
My mother birth ah Dan
keep yo shoe strings tied when outside
Tell me why as a kid I could feel it
Now a young nigga grown I don't feel shit
Free my nigga out the jam for that killing
He's been gone 5 years
Holler my name! We all gonna die
We bleed through similar veins
Please explain to me, now
Don't panic when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, nigga? This
Roses are red, my thoughts been screwed
By another love gun, now I swallow these blues
Life is about perspective, I'd rather have my way
You die by
looks into the meadows
Blood dripping red from a rose
There's no where else to go
This man needs a miracle
His heart is flowing slow
Gun lying by
forever in my D-Boy ways
So dope, blue jeans, new J's
Sold dope by any means all day
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it's
I'm cool by nature
High as fuck let me talk to you later
Feeling like I'm out of space alien AI
Speeding up the race watch me day and night
Diamonds
gotcha niggas' arms up
Who the fuck want what? Me and Bean's trumped up
Witcha town under siege, Dillinger in the sleeve
If my gun jam, you niggas'll
window looking back at me
You held a gun
As children cried
You touched some wires
They shattered me
I was blown into a blue
There'd been nothing I
abide by them rules
I'll rather take her to Saks Fifth before I got buy her a rose
Swipe (Swipe)
(Wells) Wells
Pass that guap through zelle
I'm
Yeah i been booling i’m feeling fantastic
I want the money that’s held by elastic
These niggas fake, like they made outta plastic
You gotta jam, cause i
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