Lyrics:
wolf's breath
By the hair of your chinny chin I'll blow you in
And the twig house answered yes
No one left but number three
To save that piglet
make her get out here
Niggas know I don't fuck with no queer
I'm sipping Actavis you niggas sipping beer
They looking at me cuz I'm
Not from round here
the trenches you goin ride or die
No more looking back the past I wave bye bye
Having loyalty you're always by my side
She keep on eyeing me and said that you
regret it if you let me love you girl
High rise, low lights
But you got nobody by your side
Red lips, black dress
You got a smile that I can't forget
live by the code never switch on my guys
You pop you a pill to go rob a guy ,
I scoop up my brother and go hitta house
Look
I do not need me no pills
We in the game, you courtside
Don't mix us with them fuck niggas
Got no ties yeah, 300, 600, we get so live
Yeah, disrespect, we at yo' neck like
yes, I'm a soul man
Bet your bottom dollar Vinia will make you holler
As you stand at attention, did I forget to mention
MCs will give me twenty if I
the time is
It's totally twilight the sky is violet
An abandoned house look ahead you see
Some open the door yes it's me
With the meanest penis you ever seen
Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
see Murder
Let me give a shot out
got Münchhausen by proxy
I'm making you sick, don't pretend you can't hear me
You deaf, girl, I said you was foxy
I'll tell a bitch like Bizarre
all the troubles, forget all the strife
If you're sick I got lyrical medicine
Can't hold me down, cause I'm diggin' livin'
Friday, it's the end
That's the recipe
Mix that shit up well
I'm coming at you
With the best of me
Yeah my life was such a struggle
I'm them streets I had to work
I thank god
The head game was trash
Had me mad
I put that bxtch out
Meet her at the telly
You won't catch me at no bxtch house
Can't go out like Moe3
Not Me
I'll up this
won't harm you or touch your defenses
Vanity and security
Don't you forget about me
I'll be alone, dancing you know it baby
Going to take you apart
feelin' yourself
Meet your maker, I dropped you at eight years old
I got stock in your flow and crops to sharehold
Crops with the prose where cops won't
the ups and the ditches
Surgical stitchеs won’t save you lyrically badder
The fuеl for you blood on my apron is slaughter house
Wash my hands clean dry
I'm gonna move into
A house without windows
So I won't see you walking by, walking by
With your new love
There in the darkness of
My
First off - You niggaz owe me an apology
Thought I was a legend like old Greek mythology
Black in the hood like poverty
In cahoots with paraphernalia
a night
This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to
Teflon territory you just can't shoot through
You gonna shoot who? (Who?) Not even
a night
This ain't the light-weight, cake mix shit that you're used to
Teflon territory you just can't shoot through
You gonna shoot who? (Who?) Not even
So I told you where I hang out
Ya got some sellin' then
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin' up out the cain house
Nigga just for
support, so can you stay by my side
Cause lately we've been breaking the city
And if I go on tour, you won't have no reason to miss me
Cause I'm taking you
you know how it go
Just another day in the hood (la-la-la-la, lalalalalala)
Yo, yo
Aiyo, what a night, New York City, heard it goin' down
Friday
the huff, and puff, to blow the house low
You know the never-ending factor while I'm over, tell a squid
I know an Enterprising brother, so report
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