Lyrics:
adell i look
Thought my fam was clean uncle locked inside a cell from books
Thought I was in heaven but red tints? im in it hell it looks
Red jumpsuit
apparatus-apparitions seen floating
Through festering frequencies from mouldy bands....
(Gimme some remote control!)
Yeah, I'm interrupting your programme to make
12! (Aye aye)
Fuck 12! (47)
Fuck 12! (Aye 47)
Fuck 12! (Fuck em)
Fuck 12! (Gotdamn)
Fed ass niggas why I get behind bars
Yea I run with red and blues
nicer
Feel amazing. Don’t it feel right
You was in a leop-print jumpsuit, I was trynna fuck by the end of the night, well
And it really ain’t no thing
We
can feel dis
Mo b. d put it on the back so y'all can peel dis
Craig be whipped it up with some be 12s
I slung it on the street to make the muthafucka
the news"
Just pull up and po' up with me, it's stuck with me
If my niggas don't like you then I hate you
Ain't dodging shit but indictments and 12 'cause
through your projects, crime pays
Matched up in a staircase, in a dark place embraced
By the trey-eight, I'm in so deep I can't escape
These crime
apparatus put in place for the games will remain
It's used as a model from which other cities can learn Let this police state burn
City workers are now our
tolling
For the D's keep folding
Most Cadillac rappers get look and disturb
By the jet black blur
Me, the Testarosa running like it suppose ta
Don't
Yeah, man yeah
Yea, I'm comin', man
I just re'd up on a check
I just re'd up on a check
I just re'd up on a check
Blew the whole bag on my neck
I
when to play hard and when to play easy
Believe me, George and Weezy couldn't move up this fast
I'm lappin' everybody can't tell if I'm first or last
angel
It might put me in danger
But danger is my business
She doesn't look very happy
Red jumpsuit and too much make up
I hope you're not trigger happy
the non-believers"
Bounce, it's the new 12 play
Bounce though the pussy like L-way
Bounce, I wanna see your tail shake
Bounce when you hear are Kelly say
the state of deadlock
Rising the threshold
Pumping the heat up
Unchaining the machine
Letting the steam flow
Unlocking the true force
Of the apparatus
So it
fold or maybe froze
Or maybe tried to run a red
I told my runner wear a belt
Or wear a jumpsuit in a cell
I had a dream like Martin did
But they still
Sleep paralysis
Afraid to fall asleep before 12 and 3, because that's the witching hour see
They're everywhere always in my ear when I fall asleep
my notes, Wayne)
Certified goon
(yeah) , the lock's on standby (What up)
I just need a couple real
Niggas I can stand by (yeah, C-M-B)
A bad bitch with
night (one one one one)
I'm a motherfuckin' gang bangin' nightmare
Wake up motherfuckers, I traded in my white Nike Airs
For a red pair of converse,
heavenly
Blessed with no contest rap so incredibly
I should be in a red jumpsuit
With the I in the middle
Jumping dodgin pistols
The realest with the pin
Ridin in Ferraris and Maseratis
Suit's in Dubai and Abu Dabi
Catch em at the juice bar guzzling baji
They can chef it up like Emeril Lagasse
A game when
can feel dis
Mo b. d put it on the back so y'all can peel dis
Craig be whipped it up with some be 12s
I slung it on the street to make the muthafucka
you like this funk, Then put yo name on it
It's like buzzards when it stunk they get all up on it
And we bringin it here, the purpose is clear
Slap that
of 12 I was on another page
I wanted to jug upon tha other people were gettin' their pay
My momma would always tell me about the direction that I was
drink Act' nothing else
You can ask Sprite by us
Ice in the cup don't melt
Off-red, Saint Laurent belt
How they gon' sue they self
Gave a couple
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