Lyrics:
down on Bleecker Street
I went in to see her as a kind of joke
And she lit a candle for my love luck
And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
Sharon, I
dreams of Caprices
Drove by the teachers, even more by polices
How'd he get the cash? The day his father passed away
Left him with a lil' somethin',
on Bleecker Street
I went in to see her as a kind of joke
And she lit a candle for my love luck
And eighteen bucks went up in smoke
Sharon, I left my man
jump up, doc broke out the kennel
A dog on four paws spittin' out the window
Jump up! It aint no need to fight
We may squeeze the pipe, you gonna
they know and shit
And on that note, I keep it G
Like track four, "Kick in the Door" by Notorious B.I.G.
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I
(old K)
My lil' brother beat his body, OJ (OJ)
Niggas talkin' 'bout they lit, I'm La Flame (pussy)
That lil' boy a mascot, he ain't gang (pussy)
y'all
Crack is back again (oh-oh)
Had to rip this track again (oh-oh)
And when it's packed like The Garden
You know it's the Squadron
The god,
god
I just beat that uncharted 4, lit
Bitch, I been at it
Rattpack if you live it, you die by that shit—get it tatted
I think I done had it now,
[Chorus]
Jumped up G'd Up,
Lit the fuckin weed up,
Push Down the Gas pedal,
cadillac speed up x4
[Verse 1]
Afroman Caravan, travel all across
that pole hit
Walk down with that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' 'bout that glizzy switch, my nigga get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these
(yeah yeah)
Hundred rounds, brrr, spend live by (brr)
Drankin' purple lean, fuck my sky dive
Ridin' in them Wraiths like a shotta (skrrt skrrt)
Coming out the alleyways of Illtown
Producer extraordinaire Kaygee
Followed by the backbone VinRock
And the last to fall onto this planet: Me
of my time
Iv been judged cuz the people that I hang out wit
By the people who just hatin and they ain’t bout shit
I’m just tryna live my life and stay
it's worth I got the right net
Sittin' here excited by some shit that ain't write yet
No regret, live by a code you don't know 'bout
Y'all niggas
John Wilkes Booth was a southern man,
Born of an actor in Maryland,
Bound for fortune on a gas-lit stage,
Bound to die at a tender age.
Far beyond the dreams of everyone
High from the heavens
I can't see the pain
Does anybody care?
Think for a moment of all the lives
Stripped
Bitch, you know the vibes
Got the city, got the bitty, got it goin' live
Not too friendly, got the semi when I'm with my guys
I got millis, so I might,
[Chorus: x4]
You, got to groove
Freeze, stand still, move
Huffin' and puffin', this track is bumpin'
Discussion on how we crushin'
want to be my man)
(I wish this nigga make his mind up)
Can't live my life, tell you why
(All my niggas man we gonna have be 21 bout this shit you
note I keep it G
Like track four, kick in the door by BIG
Don't believe me, look that shit up, I promise you'll find the key
To that punchline, I'm
found out his creator's stupid
Lit by the supermoon, I'm too lucid
Plus got shrooms in the blood, I'm zoomin'
Beep beep, Richie, this is New York City
is the motto
Flicks a cowboy hat, strapped like Desperado's
They done lit one out the chamber, no eye or fire
Then a vegetation state when that man
live
That's my people, not my ego
Like an eagle vision's as far as the skies
9-4 we rocking all the way live
Rock the bells, motherfucker!
Ya'll make
Whew, hit 'em, whew, hit 'em
Hit 'em, Kpreme (hit 'em)
Lil boat (Lil boat) , Kpreme
Polo Boy Shawty on the track
So I am killin' it
What (gang, gang)
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