Lyrics:
will not concede
Get up get up
And hold your breathe
We gonna aim high
Don't lose your faith
We got blood on our hands
We bout to break
Get up get up
No
Think I need me a new gen
The one i got it steady glitchin
Slidin' in that Hemi
Pushin' hard, might blow the engine
BFB part two, that version one
Blew up
call)
Calling my phone number, what do you want?
Bitch, you put up a front
(No, no, no, no, no)
Nobody wants to get through if they gotta break a barrier
up sound man, that ain't much to ask, yo
Yo, where was I? Oh yeah, the ladies
Throw your hands up so I can read your lifeline
(Peter picked peppers)
quite
Nicely, get your wifey
Too much time she might like me
The new version of DJ Quik in the 90's
My rhythmalism got these wack
Niggas tryna find me
Wallet full of ones. Very low on funds
So they suit up for the hunt (Suit up)
Maybe smoke a blunt (Buddha)
Don't forget to bob your head to the beat
If you're perfect please put your hands up
Oh oh wait no hands up
But when it's my sins trust me your hands up
And any Christian can always have a slip
We're living in a world that's created by the mind
Shift thought express, exasperated stress, get it off your chest
Refine, define your own divine
Best
but by my lifestyle
Life's wild, I ain't tryna get tied up
When I fly out got the pussy lined up
When your reputation precedes you
No redo, gotta hit it
could you would prefer to die
We're just a couple of teenagers broke as hell
Just tryna get by without letting our moms' tell
And you know I'd let you
blowin' your mind
I'm tearin' shit up, I won't let up, you need to get up
And out and on the floor, 'cause I'm fed up
With rhymes and words that's weak
Don't put your fist up
Fill them
Fight with our hopes and our hearts and our hands
We're the architects of our last stand
There's a war going
brain
Treat poison in your veins
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at
The twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad
You're browsing through
A second hand bookstore
And you see him
In non-fiction
V through why
She looks up
From World War Two
And then you
, stand up, c'mon put your hands up
Mosh to the tracks before they put us all in handcuffs
Yeah people tweeting "D is a beast"
Clean version I ain't
where they're getting my snap from (snap from)
Lei mi manda foto su Snapchat, eppure io non gliele chiedo
I'm hands on bitches, they can't get their
different versions of
Hit man fitted in supreme the beat gets murdered up
To turn to us for melt and ace to take our place at number one
There no reason we
what none of y'all say
So fuck y'all bitches, black flowers up on your casket
You get what you deserve, burn in hell, hating bastard
Just close your
You're browsing through
A second hand bookstore
And you see him
In non-fiction
V through why
She looks up
From World War Two
And then you
First Verse [B.G.]
Is you bout what I brang nigga?
Biggety-bang nigga?
Get it through your head before I let it rang nigga
Whoa nigga, you ain't
fuck nigga
Hold up, back up - Got to get the dough
No no-n no no no no time to hide
Drive-bys in broad daylight, nigga
(boom boom boom boom boom
Boom
granny's cooking, I made everything from scratch by hand (all of it)
It's sizzlin' hot, you play the block
You may get snatched by a van (here they come,
that pole up
Wait wait wait
He think he a hero, now his lp 0 I'm just colder
I'm in my element
Stick blow like a *horn noises* now he heaven sent
Or he
in one hand
That you hide behind your back
While on the other hand is your heart
And I'm responsible for that
You always wanna get away
I never take
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