Lyrics:
my days of youth which is gone
That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on
It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown)
first
(I hope they ready)
A lot of p**** n**** talk like bro
Little runnin' they mouth
That is till run in they house
Put the gun in they mouth
the sound..
[Sadat X]
Some days I wake up mad and I don't feel like hearin shit!
Put all your talkin to the curb Jack, you don't even know me
Keep thinkin
[Chorus]
Sit back, close your eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Sit back, close your
when the rabbit got the gun
This time around the revolution televised
Standing outside school, got the clapman
Twelve roll by, woop woop Pacman
Do
to lose, your own cannot be trusted
Don't try to test, abide your chest, put five inside your vest
Have you layin' with a dead rest
Shoulda known when you
Winter day, snowy faze
Feeling chilly in December babe
Come by my fireplace
Mistletoe hung for our escape
It's getting so hot over here
Not even
the tec
To put a hole in your neck
See I rep for the four forty but I'm about the five
Ride by, blazin' out the five, nigga I'm so cool
Bitches say,
overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Late in the hot joints takin' the pills
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not
times, get caught, good luck blood, it ain't no heines
Blow a hockey puck hole in the back of your spine
She put two cut up mirrors in the place of your
my days of youth which is gone
That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on
It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown)
Knight
I put my knife in your wind pipe and breeze on the turnpike (the Evil genius)
You know and I know who took your chain
You got robbed two
I'm on isle 17 that's Hollygrove
Apple & Eagle street tell 'em holla, hoe
I put the sizzurp down then I swallow mo'
I take a hit of the dutch...
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
And when it get warmer, I'm jumpin' in the stormer
Duck when I'm passin' by
Put your head between your legs, kiss your ass good-bye, braaa
You can kiss
love you now?
You don't know love, you don't love me like my child
Lay your, down, then that liquor get you fired up
Turn up every day, girl, it don't
everything forbidden
By bible, book and creed
'Til I'd no more virgin tears to shed
Down on 42nd Street
I fell in with two blaggards
Spider Murphy and Jem
the child from him, put it to the test
Teach it to be a wise man, how to fool the rest
We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
God
beyond that
'Cause complacent niggas usually die up in they complex
Nigga, where I'm from, they turn death into a contest
Livin' by the gun, put all my
grab my guitar
I got these bullets in the chamber
Don't make me let off a round
If my life's in danger
I'm gonna lay you down
Your life's in my
J'adore j'adore
Girls I love you, I love all y'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your
What?
Uh
The Bad
Yeah
The Evil
The Bad (yo, yo, yo)
The Evil
Put 'em together
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin' to strip
If
What?
Uh
The Bad
Yeah
The Evil
The Bad (yo, yo, yo)
The Evil
Put 'em together
Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothin' to strip
If
about to sneak up on you and your crew
Ya know what I'm saying ayyo check 1-2
Ayyo masta killa I want you to put one up in 'em son
And show 'em you
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