Lyrics:
A lot of niggas hated on me I ain't say nothing
Cause we known to ride around with them big drums
Big guns I got big guns it could get done
Say you
(Lear')
Two-fifty each ear, what you say? I can't hear (huh?)
Shoot dices, my prices, they lower than serious (low)
She ride the dick, speed it up by
tote Gen4s
Play, he get stepped on in Rick Owens (think I'm playin'?)
I got that shit on, man, I got blood on my laces
Forgot I'm rich and famous
That drop bombs on you niggas
Nothin' but dope rhymes
I was coached by the OG's
Taught to stay low-key
Now everybody know me, Mr fuck the Police
Unite
[Verse 1] Welcome to the land of misery Where my delivery strikes with madness Hearts explode from a touch of the 44 blastin (Party) By the killas
the mornin' do a drill, no Sway
Wanted his head gotta watch for the jakes
Niggas they bitch, they'll chill for the cake
But these bitch ass niggas so fake
you know? What you know?
Bout the kickin' in the do'
Layin' cuckers on the flo'
Gettin' low down with the dope
Lord Infamous-
In Memphis, I'm
fine, ‘cause
The paradigm's off
So may they witness the shifting that's been devised
Our
Enlivened spark betwixt us is kindled by God
So may it never be
What a rush when I buck straight from this rhyme called cush
Give it up, what's up?
Tag Team's musics always in the cut
So c'mon let me see you sweat
them white blocks?
Yeah, I'm talkin' white squares
Move 'em by the twos so they goin' by the pairs
You know we keep that white girl, Christina
Life’s a rhythm, a beat, a drum.
Chorus:
Oh, life’s a song that we all sing,
With highs and lows, and everything.
In every heartbeat, every breath we
champagne we sippin'
I tried to hit her on the low-low
But you was playin' hella games ho
And I ain't fuckin' with you no mo'
By the way I fucked TT, and she
Back block niggas
Spit it for the hungry, go getters and the have not niggas
For the ones that'll smash out with ya
Who keep it a buck
If you down
Ah yes, they're off and running again
The campaign trail
And doesn't he look like himself?
Back in the saddle again
Roy Rogers and Buck Rogers
Had enough gettin' nothing
Cooped in the ??
Gotta get accustomed
So I push that dust, that's me crushin'
Push that new stank ugly,
Snowflakes
boy
I want to count 2 three
I want you 2 break it down and do that Dunkie funkie
Yo, are you ready?? 1...2...3...
Get buck wild!!!
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them white blocks?
Yeah, I'm talkin' white squares
Move 'em by the twos so they goin' by the pairs
You know we keep that white girl, Christina
And now this bitch on knees, begging me to fuck
Got no time for this, i need to do my show
So i can perform on tour, so i can perform on tour
Drinking all
You don't know me
I got all these people tryna know me
Taking all these drugs it got me slumped over
When I'm by myself you acting low-key
In
(hot tss)
Cabin fever every day and night
So open it up
You know wassup
Knuck if you buck
Don't give a fuck
Just open it up
You know wassup
Knuck if you
tell on us
I told that bitch I ain't the feds, so look
I can't cuff
A chrome heart, ain't lovin' a bitch
I'm pourin' pints of mud
I spilled a deuce
to face it
A tear jerked, doin' the buck
95 North, 200 miles from New York
First reaction, called up son, what happened?
I was in my bed
When I heard niggas
a vision stands, a masterpiece by unseen hands
My heart, a drum in frantic beat, yearning for a chance to meet
Maybe a smile, a wave, a spark,
up, can't you tell by the way I talk
It's the bitch in me that dwells from my head to my socks
(queen when I crock?), pop any niggah like, red (buck
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