Lyrics:
the Western Main Road
Saying how Trini nice
Dig out your eye, dig out your eye, dig out your eye
Love you bad... Take all you got
Dig out your eye, dig out
face fall off
And the evilest of nine's
Guaranteed to shoot crooked
And the evilest of nine's
Guaranteed to shoot crooked
And the evilest of nine's
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out
[Lil Wayne talking]
Fuck with me, you know what it is
[Hook 2x]
I shoot your arm, leg, leg, arm, head
The heater burner bruisa is on my hip this
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
pull it out if he runs his mouth about myself cuause it makes a good show
Yes I may take the K to your place let it spray all day just so I could let
Chorus :
Imma rappin' to the Mood,
I'm about to move your food.
hop out the coup
you gotta shoot
I'll be rocking by the hood
Let the mood swingin
back with your mama
You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh?
Top of my drop still missin' as Osama
(Still breaking boys off,
the Superman yeah that Yule
Shoot first question later nigga yeah that’s rule
Once I rock it other niggas try to wear that too
Trying to copy my style nigga yeah
plus (yeah)
Gratitude is a must, yeah
Me see blessings fall by mi right hand
Buss a toast fi di friends weh tek off heavy load
One time did sit down
instincts, which
Are leaning firmly toward the other option
"All Eyes on You" "Your voice sounds
Ill, the flow sounds ill, " she says "This
Is going to get
gonna do when we fight back?
I done seen the soul escape the eyes too many times now
I could hear your mama’s heart break when she was cryin’ out
Too many
means you can winter
A neck or summer a lead
I find that odd y'all
But since you using seasons
When I shoot make your arm fall
Now the fuck is Shin you
gnarly
Got that cottonmouth so I'm sippin' on Starry
Only toke never snortin' on Charlie (nah)
(Aye, your turn Connor)
(Fire on that shit boy)
Freak in
base
This trigger will take your brain out for a date, little bitch
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up (yeah)
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up (yeah)
Shoot 'em
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads
Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell
ain't no pushin' me, bro might put you on a tee
Dot my eyes and cross my T's, bro might put you six feet or bro gon' put you on your feet
But bro can't
(workin' a fool, Dun Deal on the track)
I'm grippin' my tool (grippin')
Right when I dropped out of school (woo, woo)
And my dawg gon' shoot (baow, baow)
seein'
Dreams in they sleep but don't fall asleep
Don't go to sleep
You can get your cash on nigga if you peep
Other niggas close their eyes seein'
Dreams
You went out of town so I had to wack your bitch
Never came back, pussy boy, go die a bitch
War ready
If you ain't ready to die about it
Don't
might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back
futhermuckers get mad
Steady watching myself, got eyes in my back
Don't take no slack, when you managing the trap
If your front work out, gotta get it right
up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by [Incomprehensible] on Scott Street
School was lettin' out
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?", Watch
it up in the trunk
AK-47, M-11 and a pump
Rolled by ? on Scott Street
School was letting out,
"Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "watch me!"
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