Lyrics:
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
all I see red
All my niggas like big guns
Yeah, drill shit just like Kim Jong
Drop a motherfuckin' Plum on your dumb ass
Call the fuckin' gang, we gon'
Well I'm that skinny red nigga
I'm bout to take it outside so I can cripple me a nigga
[Chorus-Kangol Slim-4x]
Ya fuckin' with them Hounds, from G-Town
go to jail for fuckin' with Hell Rell
If he get ill and pull on my ponytails
I heard Maino life was like a movie (c'mon)
Set up the cameras, fuck
in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely
hell
Blick him in the chest he wasn't laughing on the exhale
Walk around town, but its red can you see nigga?
Lead up in your chest, walk around can you
so I shoot 'em at the funeral
I don't give a damn about another nigga's life
I roll by and squeeze on a fuckin' trigga type
People started to fall up
happy people is as the devil was,
Sweeter than me habit
When I get to hell
All the evil will line up,
And celebrate my death by drinkin' cups
I’m gonna drag your ass
To hell and fuckin back son
Run all you can
But you’ll never get to hide
I’m the last thing you see
When you think you might
It's Akrobatik representin' Common Square (Hell yeah)
Where you can hop on the Red Line
And catch me at the Middle East
Wippin' hoes close to headline
It's Akrobatik representin' Common Square (Hell yeah)
Where you can hop on the Red Line
And catch me at the Middle East
Wippin' hoes close to headline
It's Akrobatik representin' Common Square (Hell yeah)
Where you can hop on the Red Line
And catch me at the Middle East
Wippin' hoes close to headline
(地獄へ行くのは お前が先だ)
(Welcome back to the stage of history)
Yo
Slim Shady
Yo, I'll fuckin' (alright)
I'll, I'll puke, eat it, and freak you (ew)
Too many eyes are starin' at me now
You said it will get by
I don't know what I can do right now
And why do you give me a fuckin' side eye
I've always
hoes get the most, not the lesser
Trash like to fuck with forty
Dollars in the club
Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love
She be cross country,
limes of grass
Drive-bys and rags
And representin' red and blue flags
See I got fools from the ghetto
Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
with more wild flavors
Than motherfuckin' Now & Laters
And rappers I hit 'em well
They automatically go to Heaven fuckin' with
Me 'cause I give 'em Hell
to his body, 9 in his head
Transgressions paid in full by blood, Lil Red was dead
Street code is the shit that we live by
Transgressions is something that
ones at right now yo?
We gonna talk this shit till we got this bitch rockin' on the rock ship
No shit, no hell, no way, I'm gonna chop this rock like
bussin'
Jumpin' that fence, I was runnin' from twelve
Ray team, I was givin' 'em hell
Catchin' a cell, I got apprehended
Red Infinity at Taco Bell
Locked in
and I been tryna get rich
But the one thing that I never been was fuckin counterfeit
Yeah the one thing that I never been was fuckin counterfeit
Yeah
I'm in dis hoe by myself
A elf
Get knocked off the shelf
The chain
Wet like Michael Phelps
This bitch
She don't need no help
I'm in dat mug fuckin
only fuckin' with me for the luxury
I can tell by the way she discussin' me
First date shawty say she in love with me
Fuck her now she say i did her Shun
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