Lyrics:
pissed off
Used to talk to you before you had died, made me a lil' soft
I still cry to my mama like a lil' baby, but I'm a big dog
Hundred fifty mill'
enough cyphers to know I
Need a gun bar somethin' 'bout an AR and how
That thing is dumb tall
I'ma take it, I'ma swing it like a pendulum
Dog and your
New York City
Ever since I used my man I moved to Jersey
But realistically, God, could of called me early
'Cause I got a big bop I'm wanted by
lightning
When you run up, with gun up, don't show up, no glow up, for no one these dogs keep biting
Hes got words not puns, call him Mike Tyson, when he goes
light
Red light, drive-by black life
Flatline why lie? Why?
Bible, bad tune needle, bathroom
TV, dead cousin
Gun store, liquor store
Liquor store, gun
jam
Eh, you know that's true
And my jeans fulla dust and
My collar hella blue and my bitch hella tan
I ain't got a Lamborghini
I'm a Chevy man, dog
and the gun in the store
and ignore temptation, sent by the nation
Racial gain causes pain; need a new rep
In your hearts and minds never forget Yusef
Hawkins
God
My life's so sad
My dad hates me
My mom hates me
My sister hates me
My brother hates me
My dog hates me
My dog had a dog and that dog hates me
I
Toss and tumble
My voodoo do so my poetry
Now chicken blood or poulty
My victim been shook
By a pack of coyote
Soarin' through the night
Down
a buttonhole, and torn by a slug
Fired from the barrel of a two dollar gun
That scorched a blister on the grip of a punk by now
Is learnin' what you have to pay
off of my dick?
Words in the way, I'm at lost by 'em
I give you a JFK on the front lawn of MLK in the crossfire (get down, nigga)
I have evolved into
other New York rappers
Jay-Z of Hawaiian Soapy fame, Big Little whatever
And several other corny sounding motherf***ers
are understandably shaken up by
dogs come around
Watch em act like bitches when Outlawz draw down
They all clown, better yet they all stunned
You the type to have a gun and never
fifty deep
But they be fuckin' cowards when they by they selves
You know who I'm talkin' about
(You know who I'm talkin' about)
That's right, you
Remembering the beef we got into but never ran
I seen a kid get ate up by his own man one time
Hid behind a car now look and duck and bust a ?
On some Harlem
Yeah, mothafucka, I'm comin' Lil' man, the fan man
Short dog, the big dog Buzz, buzz
The biggest B in the B-Hop But you know that
Ayy, ayy, ayy
have it a parade,
every mumma inna tears KILLIMA!!!
Yow,
CaptureLand chu mi nuh talk talk
Mi see dem a Gwaan like say Dem ruff a Dan a dog bark
But man
like the most man she a smoker she stay gassed up
Way before the COVID man that nigga he been masked up
No bitch I'm not Stunna but I rhymed the same
Well, it is a weepin' and a moanin' and a gnashin' of teeth
(Ah who God bless, no man cyahn curse)
It is a weepin' and a mournin' and a gnashin'
high
Be like by bitty bye biddy biddy byebye
Put the blunt down, here's the rundown
Riding sundown slide us out the front
Ill get you high, won't
in the fall, I do in the spring
See I told y'all I'm doin' my thing
And I'm winnin' by a landslide, damn right
Don't you see the way they point
without the drink
Concrete diamonds, lay out chains on the ground and make a skating rink
My mans will slap a nigga at the award show like I'm Jada Pink'
his ride
3 years go by, I made a hell of a run
And that's when funky got done, a joey playing wit guns
And ?, karty was my man
And reggy, I wish
niggas I let ride, but its not in my plans
And a lot of my mans is not seein' through the fog
Families by the truckload, feedin' them to the morgue
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