Lyrics:
of cheesecake before my niggas all decease
These boys snort lines I'm fine just sipping wine
Amsterdam in the air, tomorrow on my mind
I'm Barry Gordy
realized that she may be as crazy as me, wait
Bitch cut my fucking brake line, stepped on them fuckers eight times
Still goin' seventy-three, thank God
ya block up
Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin' over Gotham
Word to Poppa, Blood gang, five
It's that Blood gang five, but green is
to rhyme?
Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line
I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel
The year 90's parallel, controls
Some people says the man's made out of mud,
Some people says of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bone,
A mind that's week and a back
Flesh from my blood I caress
Right on the page so it's fresh
I take my time, but express
Lot on my mind, but I guess
It's just in my genes like
Red or Blue, Cuz or Blood, it just don't matter
Sucker die for your life when my shotgun scatters
We gangs of L.A. will never die, just multiply
Red or Blue, Cuz or Blood, it just don't matter
Sucker die for your life when my shotgun scatters
We gangs of L.A. will never die, just multiply
Red or Blue, Cuz or Blood, it just don't matter
Sucker die for your life when my shotgun scatters
We gangs of L.A. will never die, just multiply
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bone
With a mind that's weak
I might as well surf it
And if she ain't fucking
She get the voice mail service
Tell it like it be
Bitch I do it for the bloods
And every fucking
back I fled to New Orleans
I fought in the dockyards and with the money I made
I knew the fight was my home and blood was my trade
Baton Rouge,
Done been through it all, man
Blood, sweat and tears, niggas is dead and shit
What the fuck else can happen, yo?
I don't think much more, son,
Some people say man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bone
A mind that's a-weak
strays with niggas names on it
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump coughing blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough
snatch purse, so hard it hurt
To be here, and each year, I'm pourin out more beer
For deceased peers, holdin fort
Police line 'do not cross', they found
to rhyme?
Deep bring 600 ABC through the love white hate line
I'm telling you tornado, 42 billion thought travel
The year 90's parallel, controls
the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation
Corpulent generals safe behind lines
History's lessons drowned in red wine
Poppies for young men,
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
hatred in their bloods
this endless madness escalating conflicts
make me sick in the guts
to know who's right, who's wrong...
living in the line
Standing in line
To see the show tonight
And there's a light on
Heavy glow
By the way I tried to say
I'd be there, waiting for
Dani the girl
Is
survival
Just before the flood comes
Just before the night falls
Just before the blood runs
Into the valley
Just before my eyes go
Just before we can't go
five clips
Fuckin' magazines, I'll show you the fuckin' bomb
Ya blood clot, catch you niggaz in Quadrasonic or Sony
Platinum Sounds, who is it Bill?
poisoned minds
Feel my blood is running cold
One endless crime of anxiety
Am I last in line?
The ocean of time has forsaken me
Tell me, why?
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