Lyrics:
I stay ready for gun play
Bitches so bring it on
And we can all die together
My team is that strong
With a death wish I'm reckless
Knock out that
I wanna dance
Everybody let's go everybody
If you ready and you're set to shake your body, cmon
Make that money, make, make that money baby
Mayday!
Born in the flood
Bloody fingerprint sets
Black marketed fresh
Water canons forget me not
Epitaph airbrush with death
White t's
Wife beaters
me around the playground
Til I catch you
Ready for the next go round
On your mark
A weatherman
Coming or going
Predicting sunny skies
You give me
Jetsetters, in the place to be, I go by the name of D, I,
Two G's, and we gon set it off like we in MSG!
Yall ready to rock?
I said it's
don’t run, we don’t jump
Get ready, set, fire the gun
In a world so cruel
We don’t play by the rules
Stand tall, we stand tall
With our backs against
You know I'm not ready for you
Yet you ask me for forgiveness
You said you got something to prove
So you target when I'm weakest
I hope it gets
the ferryman
Take me with
When our lights still shine
Off we go
Set sail tonight
Sailing through the dark where light can never hide
Sing me what you taught
tell 'em hold on
I'm waiting between worlds
He was looking at a pale sun rise
Thinking back on the time gone by
How he loved and he laughed and he cried
South Klique
What you wanna do bitch throwing up my set
Infrareds to your chest with a mess
Now stop you drop, like sweat it out my face
What killas want
ass (Run up)
Run up on yuh ass, give me all yuh cash
On my mark, ready set, go
Running to the cheese gotta eat
I ain't greedy i just gotta sleep with
we broke up the team, I'm choking, laughing passing it. Man you ain't heard of 2nd II None? If not get ready world and girls here I come with my hands
shows ye shit you already know
Been set, ready go I'm feeling so incredible
You the only reason why they put the sus into pense
And now my mind feels
strychnine
Now rappers undetectable I dipped 'em all in quicklime
Imagine every day your hype is growing by the second
And they're already saying Mike is
Put yourself in my position.
It's the moment of decision.
Got to love you like a real man.
Let us have some fun.
When you ready you to come
old, you're old, how old
Man, it's nice out, and this day is
Made by God, now, celebrate it
Life is too brief, let's complain less
You Nirvana imitators
from his grip
I can't hold my tongue, I'm holding this stone
hands sweaty and callus, mentally un-balanced, I'm ready for the challenge
seen many
until I caught up
VERSE1
下笔如有神我随便写两句都是押韵
As if by the will of God, every sentences I write are rhymed
整个圈子被我吃干抹尽情
I’m the boss in this circle
不要比了嘛都太差劲
it all ends
You're mesmerized by these highs I hit you with
And rock the show 'cause it's critical
Rock it live and direct, on tha mic I'm fuckin' it
this mutha fucker stack and murder piece
Never heard of Woodie now you have listen up and soak it in
Northern Cali is full of killas homie go and tell
[Gangsta Blac]
Welcome to my battleground, ready I'm going to start it off
Ended with the silent sound to tear this bitch from wall to wall
Nigga now
by myself, you ain't believe (you ain't believe)
We was sellin' leafs, with these hoes on me
Nigga set up with the gang, know they rock with me
Big
an artist left
His red rock garden in the turnaround road where I sit in the morning
It gets kicked around the cul-de-sac
By those who go and double back
'Cause she can appreciate how the sticky burns so slow
You know, a young chick with an old soul
Set through the fire just to hold hands while the coals
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