Lyrics:
I'm deceased
Bury me in 501's and 10 Deep
And please keep the Bapes on the feet
So I can watch the Devil ice-grill me
Haha, yeah, how you like
vor Primark entführt
Drive-By, Schüsse aus der Beifahrertür
Meine T-Shirt-Größe kann nicht jeder Mensch anziehen
Denn sie hat mehr ,X‘e als ein
this life's what I was made for
Numb my pain by the pound smell The aroma taste the flavor
Tuck ya chains when I'm around or my niggas finna take em
will get any cheaper
I paid her cash just to eat her
Love to be grabbed by the femur
Know she be bad if I see her
Air her a tag and a beeper
Gave
CAN'T BE US
If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us
If your feet don't move
When you hear that
If the beat don't rock
Make the dance floor pop
When the bassline drop
Then it can't be us
If your feet don't move
When you hear that groove
Then
Feeling like Ye when producing my album
Im feeling like Dre in the beats I devour
I’m feeling like chant on her birthday
I’m feeling like drake with
of them I keeps my feet on solid ground
Chorus 4X
please believe
It's murda.. please believe
I-N-C.. niggas what's fuckin with me?
R-U-L-E.. love me or hate me.. baby
Refer to 3:36.. baby
That's the rule..
And whatever is his noise drop a tape for you niggas called
Views from the morgue in fact ill even drop your album call it
Six feet under you aint no star boy
Full Of Rage
Written, recorded, produced, engineered, & performed by Broc Jesch (Breezy)
1st Verse
Nobody will survive it’ll be your last day alive
Guarded up like 123
I’m so deep sweep you off your feet
Nigga do you peep
My shadow be 10 feet
Im so deep brung like 6 with me
We deep up in these
Dey with me
They wan to know me
Just touched down ur town
Sport cars like Ten
Back then when e no dey
I got no sleep at 10
I know its not easy
but
We can get down, we can we can get down (x8)
It's like that man, it's like that (yes!) (x4)
Check it!
I'm not your average MC with the Joe Schmoe
album got that Wu-Tang like Raekwon
This be a brand new year for the G
Even when I'm rockin' like a Black Beetle Paul McCartney
The months gone by are
and download the album
X marks the spot like my first name was Malcolm
Make you sing the blues like a prison in Folsom
Spit a burning ring of fire, watch
a mic in my hand
who decided to rap and fell in love with his fans. And now my flows
are the sickest rated TEN by the bitches, and im getting
ridiculous
old niggas give up the crown
We the new boys in town
Promise
We go put waf for map
BBR solid ten toes down
That's a fact
Our album should be contraband
old niggas give up the crown
We the new boys in town
Promise
We go put waf for map
BBR solid ten toes down
That's a fact
Our album should be contraband
album I copped
The Jungle Brothers Done by the forces of nature'
check out the cover
Afrocentric brothers just as dark as me
Hip Hop a guiding force
I'm out to get ya, hit ya, and take the picture
Post you up on the Internet dot com
Lil' baby got the bomb
[Hook x2: E-40, be -Legit]
Why you
listen
To what we say because this type of shit happens every day
I woke up around ten o'clock in the mornin'
Gave myself a (strech up), a mornin' yawn
Yeah yeah
You already slow
Slowin' down 2 nite homey
H-U-E-Y
You already no what it is
Hits committed partner
Were goin' out 2 nite
I'm
of the top
Back at it with an album again
Trash nigga already know he gon flop
Everybody already know we gon win (Back at it)
Out of ten we an hundred and ten
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