Lyrics:
soul
I be holding it down, yo, still love the dough
Got these ladies on the cock now, you know how we go
Got the whole world on lock down, you know
and get
Your motherfuckin' egg cracked
Northside of Bird Streeter
Southside of Eight Baller
Posted by the green gate
Cops come we scrape on 'em
Niggas
They were dancin' in the street
They'd died and gone to heaven
That lively little crowd
Trombones and saxophones sent 'em
Through the clouds
It could
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
Then I told her she could keep it
And then I walked out the store, it's our secret
But peep it
Made it down the hall, she came running
Bags about
town? Cause from this point it’s all Buck
And, um, everybody down know what’s up
Major moves, make your moves
Buckshot, 9th Wonder on the spot
Never
pittsburgh down
Its Wiz Khalifa man
You cant tell by now
Pittsburgh Imma swell my town
That steel city damn
Roll rubber you don't know who you dealin' with
Oh
the Rottweilers by the door
And I feed 'em gunpowder, so they can devour
The criminals trying to drop my decimals
Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream
on the 7th though
A war of self-defense against a girl
That's only 12 years old
Paradox
Like a couple medical professionals
It's truly absurd
We like kids pay
every piece across the sour and get real bent
I'm burning rubber tires smokin watch the wheels spin
Since 7th grade I been with real friends
I don't hang
his tongue
Lyrics by KRS-One
DUCK! Sucker MC's DUCK!
BO! Duck down!
Sucker MC's duck!
DUCK! Sucker MC's Duck down!
I don't battle to lose
second
Swear that I'm gone quit and leave like every second
But, rents due and if i pay past the 7th
They gon chew me up and spit me out like devils up in
'em,
Click-click, fall to the ground when the glock pop,
Nigga chest pump blood,
And takin' too long, better drop it on down,
Or ya catchin' two
the lesson
She want you there when in despair
But he don't want nothing to do with you when happy
7th Heaven is where i'm reppin
Where i'm stayin, keep your
versatile
Win by a mile, sack a pen and pile
One nineteen and one twenty
8th Avenue, 7th Avenue
1st Avenue, 2nd Avenue
3rd Avenue all the way to Amsterdam
Original O.G.'s Gangsters
Shouts out to Buck, Fred Warr, Rod J, Tye, Troy rest in peace
We'd like to send shouts out to my niggas down the way
Cause
Original O.G.'s Gangsters
Shouts out to Buck, Fred Warr, Rod J, Tye, Troy rest in peace
We'd like to send shouts out to my niggas down the way
Cause
to lose
Everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the bad guy
That one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck from a Glock
Tempered glass fly
Do
7th ward dragon
Bitch I went and cut its head off
I can't fucking sleep cause bitch I can't get fed nah
Blood running down my face yea I'm fuckin dead
and the cash shuts everything down
This is the life
I'm escapin' on a heartache so why you gotta blame the hood?
Main dragon chin chillied up
Took
A Better Way
Now We Gettin' Cheeda', Now We On Another Level
It's Clover G And G-Unit, Young Buck, Shut 'Em Down
Young Buck:
Gold Grills, Coupe'
what you say and buck buck and i'm suazy
In my rag coup, front and back and it's quick
Punks with bump and that 3 wheel shit
Cause that's all you need
Lately out of the jug
And he's still liftin' platinum falderal
Call it Hell
Call it Heaven
It's a probable twelve to seven
That the guy's only doin'
me
A dude from the woods
Now its saint Paul 7th st.
End wars
Make peace
Pen - pad
Dank - leaves
Hoping that I fade away
Mo-dank - day dream
Chillin
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