Lyrics:
the numbers
Kill you dead whether a fighter or a lover or a fighter for the lovers
Often wonder why it's still so many of us
Wise teachings to a new breed
I'm
we weren't impressed
We bored ourselves instead
What's after what's next
What's left to get off your chest
Walking in circles retracing steps
How
how many fucks I give
It's zero every time
This is murder by design
Tape it off and call the coroner
Snap chat ya mom
But she's fat so I'm ignoring her
(brrr)
In 'bout a year, how niggas gon' deny me the throne? (Huh)
Rappers y'all compare me to, niggas scared of me too (niggas shook)
It make they heart
how he ride the wind
What's inside the sound, where do I begin
Friends, how many of us how many of us
I don't know what you done came for
I hope you
to understand
How to roll it off
Water off a duck
Breed and greed
Amelia was eaten by coconut
Crabs but she died before they got to her
I watch mosquitos as they
what? How we do what?
Uh, all day baby
Def Squad, uh, uh peace to MC Breed
Uh-huh, yo, uh-huh, yeah yeah
Check it out y'all, uh
Never look back
[Master P]
How could a nigga shoot enough callings of the clip and kill three
One hit away I'm here for a reason this was meant to be
and have five more beers
Don't pretend there's a gap, 'cause I've your minor fears
How many of my exes don't have my kids
How can you tell how good at sex
When you got it together brother, that's just how it goes.
Who's that
Cool dude, I'm kicking back, earning my food by setting the mood
I'm so high, I fly
Was Talkin Bout Me (Bout Me)
Soon As I Ask Who You Talkin To, You Replyin With Naw Its Not Me (Not Me)
No Bite For All Of That Barkin (That Bark), How
man
I'm really gonna snap
[Bridge x2]
[Chorus]
Way now over there
I'm a now how to make a n**** beg please
When a bullet goes by
Probably
many problems, y'all don't know about it
Shawty say that we should talk about it
Shawty bad, she just raw body
Take her for a ride in this wide body
warning, this is a trigger warning,
To wake up to a world complacent, too far gone and,
Sister, brothers, sons, their daughters and kids,
How many hurt by
It's like they lack the crowd to get live
And raw from all the brothers who smothered the mic
They're frank with force, cause you know, Kane comes
Slowly learned to move with caution low key, so many niggas full of jealousy, how you a wanna be and an enemy, can’t ever fuck with my legacy, never get
the now
How the hounds allowed to howl
Grounded till he drown
Powered by the downers n the sauerkraut
Powder last an hour on the rebound
She mal
Might
wait to demonstrate
Oh sucky now
You ain't fucking with a rookie now
Check therecords to see how many patterns that fell down
See I got hungry enough
trust
Can you just ride by your word
So many people are lost
And lately it's hard to find love
So many players in the game
So many colours on you like
Brooklyn
To Bronx
Always knew
to never stop
For the Cops
Stay safe
They
definitely worse than the ops
Blood spilt
How many niggas got shot
These
I need some dome
I jus wanna sip some lean
I only sip promethazine
It's really raw how I sip the lean
When I'm rolling up this raw I can't
my glizzy, yeah, jumpman, jumpman
Jumpman (Ha)
Pull up on the scene, get my cig
No cigarette
Smoke too many niggas, got to stop
I need niccorette
comprehend the hurt you're making
Who the hell do you think you're kidding
How many crimes will you keep committing
We search for some release
A world we can
people into an all-star lane and take the lead, nigga
I am the last of a dying breed
Live by one code that some gon' heed
Get rich or die tryin' so I
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