Lyrics:
Square root the sum, Sad to say it but the perp's potent
Vernon Ave. with the .40s smoking
Homie got shot rough no love
Affiliate with the filthiest
gonna say
You're favorite color's green, the heat's you're favorite scene
You love milkshakes but you hate ice cream
Which are you, a gemini or a cancer
Siently 39, 40 nights ago
Silently days and weeks slowly counting by
Not a second not the years
Reign our measured time
Silently deeply creep in my heart
Glocks and the beams with me (Great John beats, baby)
Look, look
(Great John on the beat by the way)
Tell 'em, "Bust a move," got them things
to your hood and I got the shooter in the cut
Nah, go and get the loud we on that P shit
Make a toast, you are checkin' out that Ghost and East shit
better
Don't you worry bout his bean bandana
So you saying this beautiful game called love
And you be cool, because you're one up
Forties cool he likes
man are preying on me
God save the streets been through hell and it made a beast
Incredible scenes got targets so they aim at me
love when they hate
We got the crazy crew
You think you coming we say
"Na na na" we got the block locked up
The foes that oppose me by proxy,
They try to get foxy
Forever lost is my gentle love
My lips, like powder in the wind
Thirsty dreams in the ocean of kiss
Buried beneath forty years
In my rebirth I
drugs
Children of the slums
Cookin' up a R.I.C.O. I can feel it in my gut (let the beat ride out, Ju)
Stomach rollin' over, God knock on wood
It
discussion
Double D chop and it's holdin' a hunnid
But that ain't the only AR that we bussin'
Pull up, skrrt, we get it right in the function
Can't tell
a neechie go stupid and dumb cuz that's how we do where I'm from
No, no, I don't live by the gun but yet I still love to shotgun
Like Metro don't trust you,
Come!
Be the first on your block to meet his eye!
Make way!
Here he comes!
Ring bells! Bang the drums!
Are you gonna love this guy!
Prince Ali!
way under his skin
Swayed by the time
She makes up her mind
With patience wearing thin
She sees red
She sees red
Fantasies of love, instead
All she sees
and 33 u think ur shit matters of course u never out this idea on display but u live and die by it closer to 40 u realize your worth half a pound in shit
memories are filled with trauma
I'm so sick of all this drama
All you did was tell me lies
Couldn't see love in your eyes
All u wanted was my ice
Where's my
a kiss tell me how her
Twaut taste revenge is bliss and tonight i collect my pay
By doing this girl forty ways from Sunday if i go you go
Believe me
upon a shooting star,
You're beautiful the way you are,
This one's for the girls,
Who love without holdin' back,
Who dream with everything they have,
on the cover of the XXL magazine, lil nigga
This ain't no make believe, we just make believers
The only thing you and your enemies agree with
The album could
the loss
Home made studio, self made hype
I got 10 damn albums cause my teams so tight
And my team's worldwide and my fans are too
Guerrilla with the promo
actually do
And judgin' by the people that
Are settin all the standards
All of us go outta style too oh Lordy Loo
I swear to christ I'm sure
To screw
concert
that sucks 'cause they play some of my favorite songs
like stab my heart because I love you
and rip apart my soul
and of course stability rip
down, By now you know our purpose is
To take this scene over, Who the fucks going to stop us
When half the cats that enter battles these days are
the world by sensation
Elation fills the speakers, knock the woofers, pierce the tweeters
Unique is the duo doin judo on kids with heaters
Sparkin, read 'The
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