Lyrics:
we puts it down
K-9 and P-see from East to North town
We be bound by honor, or whoever wants to step
So either ya keep on steppin or we
chillin', loungin' at the crib, check it out now)
The, the mic is open, yo
For the Stretch Armstrong show, hosted by Bobbito
How should I start this?
ladies over
Tell em this is Y-M-E so when you come you cant leave sober
You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her
Put her
niggas cause they too deceiving
If you ain't benefiting Zeke then why we even speaking
Cut em off can't let you in my section all these niggas leaching
I
ballin' with my homies! c'mon widdit!
Rollin' with the Mossie, we never get bored
There's not another Click, with more points scored
The breezies by
Let me take you through my hood where I was born and raised
Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's
Heavy guns and dope funds and raids
Eh mama
I hear the money calling
Early bird catches the worm first so im up in the morning
No excuses or question's i no be stalling
Automatic like
chance)
Semi automatic for you papa
The stress comes quick
Be there when your on your knees
Say your prayer midnight cowboy that's an order
Sleep
tracks pussy in every borough
Kidnap ya, tie ya down, drug ya, "Kiss the Girls"
Klack automatics no matter the pressure the static (klack)
I blow you by
on the run
My mic is my gun and my posse's the one
Ready for fun, but also for static
Anything breaks and they're ready automatic
I've had it with
zone too close to the damage
I don't plan this shit its automatic
Stranger wouldn't understand it
Lift the bar by all standards
the best of me i pull up automatic
I had a shorty but she love me for my status
I learned a lesson kept a Wesson by my private
And can i cuff u let me fuck u
present
Raw presence, dog clever
Gold dog tags, tatted up
Tank tops, young niggas living fabolous
Cali hills, Cali weed
Nipsey give a nigga tree by the OZ
you
(Yeah, yeah)
But I don't want to have to do this by myself
Not anymore
Oh oh oh oh
One kiss is automatic (you make it)
Straight sippin all that
I gotta tell you something, something on my mind
I gotta get my Blondie, Blondie by my side
You say I'm overrated, heartless full of pride
Well I'll
they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
on
Plan in motion, a prank so complex and grand
Automatic curtains, powered by a hidden hand
A litter of oil on the floor, leads to a slippery slide
Nancy, the four's plastic, automatic, I'm (ow)
More drastic, you're no-names compared to me (yeah)
Who are you? Where are you?
I can't see you, you're
the double
Got thangs by the double
Do everything but cuddle
Might buy a bowling alley, I got money out the gutter
Fully automatic, and it don't don't
to a mice, nigga
This shit right here
Turn a killer to a nice nigga
Cold cell, lock down like a vice gripper
Lead by my strategy
Winning I do sporadically
'Cause he was great c'mon
I'm on the one mission
To get a politician
To honor or he's a gonner
By the time I get to Arizona
I got twenty five days
respect
'cause he was great c'mon
I'm on the one mission
To get a politician
To honor or he's a gonner
By the time I get to arizona
I got 25 days
on haunted hill
Every time you walk by your back get a chill
Let's peel, who want to talk rap skills
I spit like a semi-automatic to the grill
Elbow
ashamed cause you lame
With the way I maintain
Is so inhuman
You were killed by my flames
But you still exclaim I’m to blame
Fully-automatic
Fully-automatic
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