Lyrics:
it's just
Ignore is bliss, therefore
We get overlooked
It's hard to shine, when you live by the book
Positions being occupied, by those that you
nigga
I ain't finished talkin' 'bout it 'till ya top gone nigga
Dissin' my crew you catch hot ones
I'm hot son, yo that's why I carry hot guns
I'm
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
do you call it?
2 step?
2 step
Tell us wot you call it
Garage I don't care about garage
Listen to this - it don't sound like garage
Who told
it?
2step?
2step
Tell us wot you call it
Garage I don't care about garage
Listen to this, it don't sound like garage
Who told you that I make
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
We cry for peace (uh-huh) but we live for war
(You know I got that chopper in the Chevy,
feeds you
He's grieved to the heart, bone, and the marrow
All because God gets more respect from the sparrow
Jesus died for men, but who wants to live
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to blame?
There's a lot of dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with
(Oh, oh, do me, baby)
(Oh, oh, do me, baby)
All right, stop whatcha doin' 'cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to
I
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
wrongdoers, and oppressors
Those who hinder others from the path of Allah and seek to make it crooked, they are disbelievers in the hereafter
By no means will
bitch niggaz think twice before yawnin
on da M.I.A.M.I., niggaz must want to die in my area code 305
Shit be to live, to hot outside, fuck the shades
fake
old kids, doin' drive-bys on Big Wheels
Or maybe you want to see it be more fatal
Like Kindergarten kids, tryin' to cook crack with Play-Doh
Now I
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
to the west coast, all my bitches
Bitches who get props 'cause they know who can get got
Who they can get shot by the way ya nigga's hip drop
Walk up in
(Oh, oh, do me, baby)
(Oh, oh, do me, baby)
All right, stop whatcha doin' 'cause I'm about to ruin
The image and the style that ya used to
I
Deadly kid.. yo!
"C'mon!" "One two!"
"The numba one set and sound" -> [BDP]
"Meth-Tical" -> [Method]
"Pete Rock, this one's for the crew" -> [CL Smooth]
dumb when you know what I do
Catch you booted by Hitchhippers too
Then go live smokin' you with the guys
Six-two bullets, fire them like some fries
Keep
and the consequences and I still do it
And then I'm so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That's why they whisper when
lampin' inside of a Mercedes
Benz with sheepskin interior
And two fifteens, and to rip means to get creamed
I'm large as a hippopotamus, trip, I gotta
it, slow
One for the honeys who roll blunts up but don't smoke
Two for the few who see potential in you when you broke
Three for the G they got, they
multiply it by two and it might work
It really just all depend on my mood (word)
'Cause if they don't pay me my dues, they pay attention
So in the end I
to (who want to?)
I gotta crew from Soundview wantin' war (c'mon)
Start a revolution with mah niggas from the fall (from the faaall)
We gotta bring it
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