Lyrics:
my circle
Give rich die tryin' like 50 no many men in my circle
You was locked up in that cell I couldn't do shit about it
You told me make it by yo
I'm lost and falling
I'm lost and falling
I'm lost and falling
I'm lost and falling
A Saturday night, a day like the others
I drink at the bar, I
Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em!
I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano buildin'
Crying on this mic
Tears turn to iron
When I sharpen up the blade Imma pay up
Blood on the walls
I've been tryin my best but she ain't like that
All
At the Garden, next to Spike Lee
Everybody dyin' before we flee the night scene
Bad coke, niggas' sniffin', I take the long route
Chrome out
Send a nigga'
saying all I shouldn't say
Pardon me I forgot to ask you about your day
How's school how's work can I see you Saturday
We could park by the lake grab some
because you wanted beef with a dude name Left
I suggest you give me 10 feet and show some resepect
Don't make me lay you a Saturday night fever
I am not
on Saturdays
4-H meetings by the day
Secret rendezvous
At night
Ran off Sunday teachers cause we were wild
But that pastor saw the Lord in us
He patiently
real
No games, aim is to tell you how I feel
Tryin' to cop a feel
Me and you backseat, I just wanna chill
If looks could kill, first name would be
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
know other ones fucking for pills
It's sad for real
Nah for real
Moe Kill
Keep it lit and low key
Wit the clique or by my lonely
Ima stand on my word
like a phone in
A theater and make you silent
Queen Eva will defeat ya by depleting
You energy, so back up, dog
Ryan the Conjurer will abolish
You
I been in my pocket all night popping tags
Fucking up the bar running up these tabs
In my bag I don't slack I be hella lit
Big drip shit I never trip
'bout beefin', lettin' them K's spark
Knockin'-it-off-your-shoulder soldiers, them real niggas
Niggas who did time, hard-to-kill niggas
How you
pussy ass niggas spinned the block
The same pussy niggas, I had a fight with on Monday
The nigga tryin to kill me, funeral by Sunday
But mama never was
yo we tryin' ta live it like love, peace and happiness
You know I'm sayin', word up
I'm growing up in the ghetto
And there was nobody happy
And my
yo we tryin ta live it like love, peace and nappiness
You know I'm sayin, word up
I'm growing up in the ghetto
And there was nobody happy
And my
and hope that you die quicker
And if your old enough to walk to the store you can buy liqour
Where you can find a dice game at any time of the night
y'all! Mr. Mixx! Marquis! Bringin' it
Back y'all! Break it down now!)
Verse 2: Brother Marquis
All alone on a Saturday night
Smokin' on a blunt, feelin'
Woke up this morning hearing shots below my project window
The TV's on from playing all night on Nintendo
Jumped out of bed tryin to see what's up
the villains
Dollar signs in they eyes, lyin' to our chillin'
I wanna kill 'em, I'd rather God hit 'em
They sellin' venom and we buyin' it like denim
These
a flight, but I'll be right back by the mornin' (be right back)
I used to be hungry at night, these niggas don't know how I want it (know how I want it)
get no sleep
Cause every time I close my eyes I think I'm six feet deep
I feel I'm goin' slow as hell but everything is speedin'
Last night I woke up
Wasn't right like drugs got three strikes
You got these last nights for thugs
Holdin' my position
My competition is never ready
Ripped like a machete, my
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