Lyrics:
meet up with me
You see I'm all the things you want
I'm that full clip gun
They chasing Mr. Anderson they think he's the one
I'm Skeletor, Beastman Trap
the math, four knuckles'll give you six months
And, you niggaz is so pussy you make my dick jump (ha ha)
I don't wish to be king, I'll pass the throne
And after this song is over you got 12 minutes left
You are out manned out number the shells
Come by the hundred
Sparks flying light up the sky followed by
get chips no frito
Stand by me
I am not Ben E
She want king
So she can take the laurels
Rest on thousand count sheets
What I smoke, OG
How I go, odee
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
that'll make ya say (damn)
Every time I make a jam, make ya want to say (damn)
E-swift test the rocket launcher, let's blow up the spot
Show 'em what
of this dark days
Sapa take your time, you better stop this rough play
Ama turn this play to a gun play
Block monsters always move in kings way
Get
no top gun
(Verse 2) cli Miller
Plot thickens yea the plot thicker...
You a square ima block nigga...
Pull up on ya block in a big block talkn square
it out
It's a drought in the city, I'm taking this south
Fighting demons all night, point the gun in my mouth
Fall asleep on the couch, I wake up
gangsta, the way she shoots
You found a thug, I'm down with you
Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun shots to the head
She's at the bar she's
back
Now his name is Stucky Mack, tryin to fuck a black
In fact I got the 411, so you can buy a gun
Lench Mob's got the devil on the run, down with King
the eight black smoker gert neck choker
Mack by the crotch make police watch me like Oprah
Here we come flee three guns on the run
Brothers best to make
Blasting comets at Earth to avoid the space cancer
H.D.E.
Cause humans destroy everything
Looking for protection
So they made the sun king
The sun turned
I'm running from the firm in the novel by Grisham.
Or Tommyknockers, by Mr. King,
On the run and this ain't no dream.
[Chorus]
Hiding out
the laws of gravity
Harness the power of all natural movements strategy
Like using 2 Knights to put the player's Queen & King in check
At the same t i m e
dying
Guns and trees are the only thing he sees,
He seeks for hose who are trustworthy
But find none, they were send by the rich ones
While he was
See everybody act like they the man to watch
But I don't even see em running half the block
Influenced by the Michael Watts and Rapalots
I won a Grammy
of scrimmage
Even if my name was Emmitt
Even if my QB Big Ben, tossing pigskin, raping women
I'm just kidding, got acquitted
But we all know Donald did it
that ain't yours
You ain't never blow your gun
Cleaned blood off a stained floor
Yeah, you might be holdin' one
But we ain't on the same course
I'm
to strain your eyes
Got to the corner, hit a left, seen the HPD
That's when I knew that they were after S-p-i-see-e
Turned up my music and dashed, goin'
you with a thot, givin' you top
You'll get robbed by a bitch who been cocked more times than John Wick's gun
Grimey ass Eastsider
Got some Armenians
[Chrous]
(Don't say a word) just let me get mines
(Don't say a word) just relax and recline
(Don't say a word) I'm the king of ill lines
(Don't say
and I'll stand my ground cus I'm R to the E to the A to the D to the Y
Legends live so mana never die
I see all thru my third eye
The populations hypnotized
von diesem Planeten sein wie'n außerirdisches Lebenszeichen
So viel Clips in der Tommy-Gun
So viel Snitches auf der Hitlist, Drive-bys gehen den
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