Lyrics:
But the crouching tiger just might get
Broken down by a writer
Yeah the passenger hopped out
But you got shot by the driver
There's a killer like
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
like a brownstone
You hear my heat rock comin' through your sheetrock
It means you're OD'n homeboy, here come the detox
I get my swagger on, proud
plate, watch it disintegrate
Eq 2, back with the album a breath of fresh 2 oxygen atoms
Lev be the shark I'm the manta ray enter in the waters
on the real my nigga I don't feel ashamed
Aint no pussy in my vein I'ma G
Witout me, y'all jus the U-N-I-T
Without B, y'all should just give it out free
Cuz in
ways, but stays right in my
N.y. Mentality for me to be the best
The current, the ones who weren't
Pressed, to confess lies over hot joints
To sell
falling down
I'm a diamond in the rough - Hoping I get found
Puffing Inspirado I been Smoking by the pound
And now it's N to the izzo - v to the izzay
Know’ and ‘Pop The Trunk’
And I was gone, no turning back, Shady Records for life
By that time I’d picked up the pen and began to write
‘Kings Never Die’
gotta get it by all means like Malcolm
You want these jewels checc out the album
Everybody asking me sypha why you hussle for?
They don't see
A jednak to telewizja
(i rekomendacja starego znajomego
B-boya Batona) nakłoniła młodych
Adeptów hiphopowej sztuki Radoskóra
Wojtasa i Fasiego
By zwrócić się
Mason O.B.G.Y.N. I'm always catching bodies
Luvenia, Smith, and Summer's got them always prepping bodies
Chuck, lyrical pallbearer got hearses for
thinking these Gs
Fuck that that's a new track
Just been teased
Just wait for the album
Wolf 19
2 0 20
I want to be like Deno Motorola
But buy it cash
Forget
to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men
This album was funded with dope money
Play me some pimpin, man
Y'all about to witness, One of 208's
Baddest motherfuckers around here
Now I'd like
Hey Aye It's TrustGangLilChris Aye
Heart Felt the album aye
Talk to em Trust
Trust Gang what you doing every day
I wake up and pray
And then I
cocaine
And I stay wit da top of da line propane
I be tryna pull up, get in da stu and cook up
Have a nigga whole album done, fo he look up
Line jumping no
spit 'cause I don't give a damn
Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers
On some durag, it's 'bout to be the all that is
New broad, new
funny it’s loaded up
Give me a beat and I’m going dumb
Shawty gone give me the neck while I’m rolling up
I need the Bentley n rover trucks
4doubleO be
Do the D-A-N-C-E, one, two, three, four, fight
Stick to the B-E-A-T, get ready to ignite
You were such a P-Y-T, catching all the lights
Just easy
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
get smacked up
By the are-you-N-D-M-see (that's where it's at cuz)
Known as the tough cats, kickin' tough rough raps
In jeans, leather jackets, my
to that "rock 'n' roll" fame is this Cleveland steamer
Urban Dictionary that
Your bitch is very fat
On this dick is where she at
And to think you thought
Brightness flames
Lights up the plain
The King of this rap game
First album white hot flames
This could be a right old shame
Flop of the century
And I
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