Lyrics:
who have more than them
Prepare to be victims
Ate up by vultures, the politicians
In a dog eat dog culture, that'll sick 'em
Lack of mineral, we
Otherwise these little girls and boys
Will be in this motherfucka thinking that it's real
Only thing real is Israel
Hallelujah
This the deal
The devil can't
to get (us)
Who them niggas that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
to get (us)
Who them niggas that you fuckin' wit' (us)
Love the girl that weed and shit (what)
The saga continues, with the worlds most dangerous group
[Gun shots followed by screaming]
[Proof:]
Pow-pow! Straight off the corral
Now, the dirtiest street vet from the mile
Is vexed without the techs
the f back
'Fore we out the guns and chest check, respect that
Any girl I met that, hit that love the way I spit that
I don't kit kat, push your wig
by somebody
In Sac Town if your creative that's a crime
And they got it locked down so you can mentally do the time
And you could say who why don't
mix that henny and patron
In yo city causing havoc leave a message at the tone
A lot of lessons learned from only barely getting by
Now every time I
can relate
To you through the struggle
And it's hard to juggle.
With logic and faith
Just keep a pace
I met this girl who resembles eve
Said she would
hugged her up
What the fuck is up?
She got you whipped, got your kids
Got your home, but that's not your bitch
You share that girl, don't let 'em hear
Putin
Who? That hip hop Newton
Smash you with the horn you been tootin stupid
You listening to the one who make gravity snap back to reality
Bigger than
serve the pass like Lawyer Milloy
Poppin' and poppin' and poppin' the shit
Talkin' that shit, now you shot in the head
Brick Squad niggas don't shoot
serve the pass like Lawyer Milloy
Poppin' and poppin' and poppin' the shit
Talkin' that shit, now you shot in the head
Brick Squad niggas don't shoot
born another one's gone
You blamin' the people 'cause we slaughtered your offspring
He died and you tried to pass him off as an offerin'
There's some who
Sony, drama
Our team's faster, street Sankara
I got a lot of love for everyone that checks for me
And a lot of love for certain girls sexually
Textin'
Ali, mix it ha ha ha, Lady G, Whaddup?
Ha ha ha, Bad Love, Whaddup? Ha ha ha, ha
I spaz out 'til I pass out
There’s clarity in my vulgarity
For
weed
Skunk with no seeds! - A sip of Hennessy.
Pass to D! - Or maybe movin' solo!
Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no-no.
Tell me I ain't
to go after B
And I still smash on C
I got two fifth on me
Like the quarterback of the cheese
I'm in the field, no cleats
Breakin' that seal by the P
I'm incredible I mix up shit like cake mix
Keep it blazin hot rhymes burn to keep you frost bit
MC's is assed out cause they lost it
Peep my
the city on the map map
Ya ya (hii) ya ya(hii)ya ya
#instrumental
Bikelyfe ya we reckless
Pulling out on them stretches
Wholeshot down street
Man that
a stash house
They can smoke me all night until they pass out
I'm cool with pops and I'm cool with moms
But they don't know that we cool, me and you
bust a verse right before the guns burst
Push ya girl on the ground so that you can run first
Now you about to get rolled up hold up wait
Just an emcee
The heavens speaking to me
I'm from Queens we get the money by all means
My life is a movie she wanna do me, tell her to keep it groovy
Baby girl I don't need
You belong to the streets
Boy I see those tweets they’re about me
But all we ever do is beat
You ain’t never share your eat
So I’m gone see who I
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