Lyrics:
always
And hos never close they open like hallways
An here's a ho cake for you whole ho crew
An everybody wants some cause hoes gotta eat too
K.C.B.
(During this the Crew have entered on tiptoe, listening attentive to the song.)
Sailors.
Sir Joseph's barge is seen,
And its crowd of blushing
how I bomb this
Stage like, now appears to be the moon
Now your posse is your fuckin' platoon
Stale cells, just flows through the air
I'm like
Jean-Philippe (Jean-Philippe)
Festnahme war noch nie (noch nie)
Brauche keine Crew, um zu tun, was ich so mach', ah
Brauche keine Crew, um zu tun, was ich so
Give a f**k
If the venue permit it
We gon’ set it off if you wit’ it
Help shorty out the crowd get it
Hit the back stage if you wit’ it
Give a f**k
to the story
When the author walks on to the stage
It's the end of the play
Wake up stop snoring
Give God all the glory
Give God all the glory
Give God all
that,
We come back through,
Murderin' your crew - what!
You don't know shit about my lifestyle, it's buckwild,
Late night gunfights, three strikes,
backyard,
I laugh hard, while your mental, I run through mazes
Dark stages of terror, to shatter your dressing room mirror
Your whole error gets crushed, your
Before the case begin, first break me in
his brain! And make sure he can't maintain the calmness
Ya harmless, watch how I bomb this
stage like, mail, pre
So I'm here to thank the people who that it all possible
The kings and queens close to the crew that's out on the road
My homies at the noize in
the CD, major
"Why'd you change the things you do"
They keep tellin me
Man you stay reppin your crew
Played your position
And still got your messages
sleeve on the stage and leave
I feel wet from the sweat on my famous tee
I'm never scared, fuck shaking like a maple leaf
'Cause runaways for me is
When I’m dancing on this stage after clubbing
They’ve told me I’d be nothing
Now see where we’re landing
Wtf she ain’t lovin’
Ya she ain’t lovin
can't peep the God
as your lyrics get buried, six feet deep in my backyard
I laugh hard, while your mental I run through mazes
Dark stages of terror
war and
Then I hit the stage then get to talking
Like I'm Marcus Garvey (like I'm Marcus)
Like how is dark skin a weapon, but they treat it like
Johnny's them diamonds is black
Shorty she lovin' my tattoos ingrained on my back
Muggin' and thuggin' the trap crew we step like Da Brat
Married
"Alright party people, it's about that time
We want everybody everybody off the stage
Who ain't supposed to be on the stage
And you trip over
your girl's in the house keep the ho in check
And if I'm bustin' off caps, you better hit the deck
Steppin' on stage with the fly routines
I'm hemmin' up
a Speed Stick
So check the flavor that I'm bringin
The motherfin D-R-E, will keep their
Motherfin headz ringin chorus
One-two for the crew, three-fo' for
the floor with your crew of soft core
Punk pussy bitches, jail house snitches
On stage, I get wrecked and I collect my riches
I get the funky style, and like
LUCE BLU
PORTO IL KUSH
FUMO IO
SCAPPI TU
NEI TATU
DAJAVU
NIENTE CREW
SIAM TRIBÙ
BITCH BYE BYE
SENZA ME
COSA FAI
FACILE
SCOMPARIRAI
TU NELL NULLA
IO
LUCE BLU
PORTO IL KUSH
FUMO IO
SCAPPI TU
NEI TATU
DAJAVU
NIENTE CREW
SIAM TRIBÙ
BITCH BYE BYE
SENZA ME
COSA FAI
FACILE
SCOMPARIRAI
TU NELL NULLA
IO
see
You can't do half my crew laughs at your rhubarb and custard verses
You rain down curses but I'm waving, your hearse's driving by
Streets
(808 Mob Crew, yeah)
Put this shit on and I fuck it up, ay
I put you on, you can't fuck it up, ay
I'm on the run if I catch me a case
That
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