Lyrics:
boy is lame I know that he actin'
Bitch yeah I move like Deebo
Yeah I shoot free throw
You a chip Dorito
Yeah I sell by the kilo
Just like City Girls
would rather burn in hell
Than to give my soul to sell
The pressure builds
I'm only hanging by a thread
It's like I've got a gun to my head
I'm
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
a fiend fuckin' little Raheem
Damn, drugs will make you do terrible things
He told me when he get out he's murdering by any means
The day came I saw him
talkin' Talcum
Waitin' by the window with a gun like Malcolm
X, money, cars, whores, sex, blades, knives, pumps, techs
Trap boom with my trap bum
Turn
lad
Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (Gun blast)
'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug
Runnin' from cops out
goin crazy
Yeah Uh this is Dungeon Rap
Yeah check me out
Check me out, Horrorcore
Bang-Bang-Bang let the guns go clap
I said Bang-Bang-Bang you better
[Chorus: x2]
If you a thug my nigga be a thug
If you sell drugs my nigga then sell drugs
If you gonna rap about it be trill about it
And don't
I wake up the next morning broke as hell
Not for long 'cause my records sell
My heartbeat's kickin' like a gun shot
Why not? That's who I made it
a cigarette..
Jah by mi side me never fret
Him always deliver me..
Say the wages a sin a death..
caan out me out like a cigarette..
Jah by mi side me never
open and the dog's off the chain
I be that youngin' with that gun that's tellin' ya stop frontin'
I be that youngin' on the run after I pop somethin'
survival, they ain't checkin' your vitals
A fast car with a gun, tryna catch up to rivals
I got a Lamb' and a stick like I'm fresh out the Bible, huh
every man to see and live out every fantasy
By the skin of my teeth
You burning coals on my feet
Don’t you see?
Don’t you see?
When our hearts wear thin
Gun to my temple the brains I blew it
My time's running out only Satan knew it
And in the note on my bed say they made me do it
We're all gonna get sent
Pulled out on this black man, in the black land
He used to sell white rocks, and black cops used to riff
White cops ain't say shit, on the day shift they
thirsty and they looking for a refill
If the gang eatin, guns barking at your doggie bag
Get took out for your take out now you carry out
Murder by
low
Don't let crack niggas sell us out
Let's close the house down
[ Ex-Girlfriend ]
If you want to know just how I'm feelin
I don't want to see
money on my mind
Getting high like all the time
Labels Blowing up my line
Used to hate to sell them dimes
I got a check and Ima Cash it out
(I'm Cashing
don’t let me catch out
There by the corner store
She went to sleep and I was
Right there by the corner store
Tee tried to sell me a fake
Gun that nigga
the impression
Everything I drop, out of the question, stop the guessin'
It's hot, flows provin' I pack 'cause my dough's movin'
My whole crew up in this
girls, drop your dresses
B-K lick a shot for Big Pop' in heaven
Ever since I came through, niggaz got the impression
everything I drop, out
the road I grew up by
And I see the game like an umpire
Motherfuck one time, and everything combine
I am the boss I have a nigga
Tell ya bout the gun line
brain
We keep shit real, DJ Smurf straight thuggin' and knocking out grills man
Here we come so fuck the whole flow
Ying Yang Twins kicking in your
between the lines out the heaven
Expectable youth divine intervention teachin' y'all a lesson of violence
Doctor Death injectin a virus apocalypse
I'm
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