Lyrics:
your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes
My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like
my bedroom window
Stuck between two worlds
No choice but to live though
Takin' it day by day by day
There's always tomorrow
Feel too safe in this same
bout counting racks and when he ran the block
I'd sit and watch
Up in the backseat by the chicken spot
In the coup, that red Toyota.. model year bout 92
want beef, I’ll bring you tofu
Played by the old rules, like you supposed to
We was up on Jordan before he sold shoes
I’d throw it up let it fly like
she catch the train
So I pull up pull up
Bust a U on the strip
Throw it in park with the stick
And Then hop up out the whip
And Then I Slide up
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
probably url when you see my crew I play the hood all the time because I don't give a fuck! you can shoot me down as long as I keep gettin up what! Hook x 2
niggaz is flaming gats at my circle
I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you
I hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you out
Your thug crew
it up for the E-P, knahmean?
EPMD, yeah and the D-P-G, live and direct
My nigga E man
Came with the beat, that's so sweet
Dogg Pound
[Puff Daddy]
Ladies and gentleman
(Come on throw your hands in the air like this one time)
One-two, this thing on right here
(We ain't gonna stop)
french-braided right by my feet
Now on a accident pussy sells,
you see how heavy traffic gets pussy sells
Nigga you lookin foe yo ho main pussy sells
But you
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
I was born in hell without a pistol
Now how can I survive with one live without a vest and 4 5?
Runnin' from the Task Fo' but smashin' for my
a map and take a trip down south
Come on over to Houston Texas welcome to the Swisha House
It's the land of the trill
I'm coming live from the block
I
Father
I'm chilling with Alpha
You know am Immortal
I'm made by the Abba
I cannot be harmed
I cannot be touched
The greater one lives in me and am
‘Bout to hit the sack and get me some Z’s
Marley by my side, she’s staying rent-free
This my life you know how we’d be
You just be you and let me be me
(yo)i write rhymes that make niggas throw they sets up
Couldn't hold my style if you had a pair of handcuffs
In all disrespect
I'll snatch you by your
Look
I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Way up, I feel blessed
Straight up
Look, I live the life I deserve, blessed
Fuck a vacay, I feel
forty, son
I got a decade and change, so you got more to come
I love my crew, one for all and we all for one
Just gained a hundred pounds (I'm tryna
wash him up and ring him out and throw him in the dryer
I hit the door, I'm blowin' him like southern band
And they always tryin' to find something
Here I am once again tonight
We got in another fight
Don't wanna do this tonight I'm
Always trying to work it out with you
Another month has gone by
Marc B went Crazy on this bitch
Aye
Imma Live Forever
Imma Live Forever
Say
Look
This that Forty Twenty Two
Real Nigga Salute
I was in a can nigga
I
These niggas in love with the cameras and action
Throw blows like Mike
When I get up, Ima buy me a mansion
Ball hard like Mike
Wrapped up in
asking you.
Gave to this world a young baby, know one life is crazy,
promise to live the righteous life of the path of my babies.
Watch the clouds
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