Lyrics:
with the beam and dot
And I'm hangin' out the Beamer top releasin' shots
Follow me, everybody in the family die sourly
Niggas drop hourly ruinin' your
[Liffy Stokes]
It's like I got the 4-4 cocked
On the block in it two door dropped
And my spot is keepin but hot
The pussy-ass cop throw some
cooperating with God
By accepting Jesus Christ as our personal Lord and savior
And as the Lord does return in the coming seven days
We'll see you next time
the room
Repercussions occur when you try and snitch
Red light, green light
One, two, three
Look mean, got my machine
Cried and hit you, please
Say shake
and so do I
I think it’s time you recognize
Hair by Versace, jump out the big body
Pomegranate Maserati, seats green, Wasabi
Tiger blood and emblems
Rose
Pray he don't die before his kid turn one, yeah
(Borderline, stop the playimg)
Yeah, I know two of 'em
That bed move flotations like
Sealed in a note, Booth named just four,
But the gallows would sway with many more.
CHORUS
John Wilkes Booth went to his grave
With a bullet in
cool, but I'm not alright
2 twin glocks, they right by my side
We hitting em with the left, we hitting with the right
See through you niggas, with both
And change yo plans
It's the numbers on your phone
And numbers on your cell
Verse 2 Juicy J
I ain't messed up by messin crooked cowards
Wit a nigga name
stands
I'm gonna die with this blazer rite in these hands
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this year
with aluminum
Then I'm putting two in 'em
You can't touch me, I've been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement
A lot of other things, but that's
All Imma do is smoke a sack of green
And throw 2 or 3 rocks at the penitentiary
No one seems concerned about my world beein'
It seems my life's already
I'm comin' from the west, they all slept
(Flex) 'Cause it's been a long day
And I get with Johnny Q when
Niggas rub me the wrong way
Twenty four tracks
Artist: Scarface
Typed by: jostmatt@bluewin.ch
These niggas is fuckin with a dangerous game
Hey Joe, what's up baby?
Yeah, I like the beat
I pop out with the 17.
(Verse4):
The hate is educational, burning weak bridges with the sage it’s meditational. Rolling up some green, smoking on my
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Paris 1798430, Paris 1798430
Ebony American heart torn in two
Watching his soul disappear with no trace or clue
A brother got lost
Pandemonium, pandemonium
We the number one niggas your bitch notice it
Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
On the grind twenty four I'm with
by the gun, so I'm a die by the gun
I'm paranoid, it got me on the run
Will I live to see my grey hairs
I don't know
Cause I'm getting alot of mean
Guccy
Gimmie some a dat, Guccy Cuccy X2
Still run it up run it up meed more
Consumed by the greed so we all die slow
Compared to the next no respect just
I fiend bub full of green shrubs
And mushrooms, I bust rooms, open a custom
To float across the ocean with verbal motion the notion is boasting
I'm
an actress, she is strong and she's bright.
He meets with his pals from the war Thursday nights,
She still treasures those roses,
Every 4th of July
Love
green
For every fiend equals money like ching ching
My dream, know what I'm saying, got to get the cream or triple beam
By it for 15/5 and I sell it
I wish I hadn't seen her
That's two of us you know Calilou was a little crazy
Who
Calilou she wasn't dead crazy
She might kill a man with
pussy if you roll with the Ice
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 2 ]
Oh my God, the nigga rolls hard..
Every player mentions me
The hustler of the century
(Ice, that
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