Lyrics:
mean
Itchin', givin' suckas plenty space
Have these bitch niggas snitchin'
Where are we now? Guns found daily
The feds surely hope that they could
Oya. Blasting off like riffle
We shall now raise the frequency and vibrations through this immaculate Cypher.
J No the Sun King:
I just pulled up in
responsible
But we are, we are
You wash your hands,you come come out clean
But fail to recognize the enemy's within
You say we're not responsible
But we
shots from the
God damn three am I a rap god now?
I am whether you like it not
Yo words ain't shit
Don't talk just rap me out out
Rap me out my spot
Who
the good die young it's all thy must
'Cause as life must live, death must die and the tear shall fall from the living eye, Huh!
The teardrops fall for
'cept get catched by dis' lil' stinker over heahhh!
'membuh, we's on broadway! muthafucker be buyin' dem tickets wants a lil' heart, a lil' soul...'n
boys
Hoppin' out coupes
Way too big, when we pull up
Give me the loot (Gimme the loot)
Was off the Remy, had a Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck
in a daze and if you come around my way guns spray my enemy
Pick em up finish and tha hitterz are headless itz how we leave em when tha mack pop
Hey
what I can sorting out yeah
She is balling out, bro
You do not be in my shoe, Bro
This street cat
Ah, man!
Ah they are jarring fam
I don't know if I want
to haters
We authentic players not counterfeit
Got a 600 Benz with a fall kit
Got hoes at the HK turnin tricks
Out runnin the tracks tryina make me rich
I'm
Rated-R
Yeah those the names boy
Yeah we some playboys
No games over here uh we do not play boy
If you don't want problems then do as we say boy
Never had
youth of the ghettos
And one by one we are being wiped off the face of this earth
At an extremely alarming rate
And even more alarming is the fact
to go on a murder spree
It's crazy how time flies by and friends turn into your enemies
How you gonna hate me now when we're all in this World War 3
chasing
Now our dough be raising
Won't stop till we caking
Heard niggas scheming on the guys really wanna take us out
Must have stood us up coz they
in the air, we buckin from here, to where you rest at
In a jet black, Expedition fishin to get some get back
(Kill out to all our enemies, we
two-doors, gave the charges to the boys
Now I'm bigger than the blogs, now the topic on the Forbes (woo, come on)
Catch a fed charge, now we pardoned by
tight when we tearin' up lobby
Shittin' on talkers boy I do it for a hobby
Now they all quiet runnin' back to they mommies
King of the hill all my haters
When we out for commas
Got a holy flow like the Dhali Lama
I can run up in your house
Thinking I'm a squatter
Body on the track
That's a fact
When we
When we out for commas
Got a holy flow like the Dhali Lama
I can run up in your house
Thinking I'm a squatter
Body on the track
That's a fact
When we
this bad
Even though she seems so high
He knows that she can't fly
and when she falls out of the sky
He'll be standing by
She was raised in
planned
How did we manage to be the best
Swear this rappin wasn't handed
I just keep spitting and spittin on every track
Snakes are receive as they try
farther
A fork in the road a balance in us
That determines who you are
Be free indigo yeah we are the key
To take our vessel to a star
Dangerous, out
chubby
I know a lot of people in the State Pen
From touching that boy like Sandusky
If you from the midwest we call it dogfood
I'm so smart I should've
a better Christian
By 9th grade i got saved
Now he's losing his religion
Hope and faith affected our decisions
So do we pay for dark days
Or will they be
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