Lyrics:
(Been implied)
Hit you once leave you cockeyed (Cockeye)
Win tha race that's by landslide (Run it)
From tha South Chicken Popeye (POP POP)
Way out in tha
Hoody hoo is the one
Where we all play this game
Gold chain pinky ring
Say the hell for some fame
Hustle in to tha in
Ain't afraid of the pen
ain't seen a day that went by
Look outside and I cry
Life's so good don't a abuse it
Your heart still beats to the music
Your heart still beats
- "We’re not staying here tonight this
Place is crawling with Jews!"
- "Oh Harry, for Pete sake
Not that again! It’s most of ’em in this
Town It
butterfly wings
Now watch me sprout & succeed
Cause the fruit ain't fall too far out the tree obviously
Ain't hard to tell like God's eye on me
Its no
the streets watch this hoe pop and lock it
He fuckin pissed me off I pop tha bitch his arm is out of socket
I push tha fuckas eyes and they popped like
him, it's peak
Man have been out here for days, stop looking
That loud pack's not a ten like mine
Dem boy can't rep your ends like mine
Put a big
or would
You rather wait and get caught out there with destruction, tryna tell you, boy, it's ugly
Bodies dropping by the dozen, so you better come repent,
Punish is the fire
I here to make these fools out of liars
You must learn step and respect the sire
Face the fire
Latifah had it up to here the frauds
a girls skirt
You cant hurt these people because you got a big mouth
You go run and tell your boys how you made out
I think ruthfully your sick you need
She told me, she just ain’t a party girl,
That ain’t her scene, and she would rather see the world with me,
She said but if I’m gonna party boy,
You
we'll be right in a minute
You know it's No Dayz Off we stand out we don't fit in
Had to fall back from niggas who ain't bring to the table
You know
a nigga clock
Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat,
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
that affect our lives
Like the usa base to which we play midwife
Take a cruise and forget this scene
Said come back later when the slates wiped clean
to repeat
Ain’t movin out sloppy that bitch on the beam
That bitch gone top me till I fall asleep
Oh shit fuck the beat go
Oh oh there it go
Quit asking me
against me since the outset
9th got 'em fiending for an instrumental version of an album that ain't out yet
But now it's my outlet, and it feels so good
the Lord, we sinnin’
I ain’t for nothin’
Know I'ma ride till the end
Till the wheels fall off
By myself, and I’ll shoot at all y'all
Show em how to play ball
bird'll ring
Then it all goes hazy, these are the days
We're walking up out and back to the road, talking
Well, shouting actually, loads more drunk, by
that affect our lives Like the USA base to which we play midwife Take a cruise and forget this scene Said come back later when the slates wiped clean
nothing wrong with adding some more features.
Although it's been enough to leave your boy speechless.
I still stretch it out as far as my arm reaches.
Apart
that affect our lives
Like the USA base to which we play midwife
Take a cruise and forget this scene
Said come back later when the slates wiped clean
the distance
Running away from you was not
Something I could easily do
This ain't what it seems
Look like it's a crime scene
Wound so deep it's got scarlet
I
what it do, '09 style this time) (It's time to go in now, y'all)
(For real, making CREAM again, nigga, blaow!) (you already know, it's crunch time)
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