Lyrics:
I bring the lean back
My squad on terror mode
Get the blo back
Fat Joe in my pocket
Thats a big wad
Check out my pistol
Got the big mod
And oh they know
Could tell this VS by how the chain glow
Or how the Range roll
It's a man's world and it's all about money
And who am I
You can follow BDI, if you need the God, follow with pride
[Buckshot]
Keep the gun tip by the upper lip
Keep a extra clip, just in case he flip
If I'm
not new friends
Mandem seen it all in the pretense
Cats at the door
But they ring about the weed stench
Man might bring out
My glove like safe sex
the girth
Got a tie or a gun or a number on your shirt
Up late in the city, that's an enemy
Visions come awake
The lies and piss inside of me
I hate
as real as they come
Other niggas can talk about it, but nigga be silent wit their tongues
Instead of yappin' gums, how they be holdin' guns
How they be
come
You throw down your guns
You're saving it up
For another day
All I want is everything
I'll never get enough
What I want could never bring
All that I
I can feel your destruction building up under pressure
I carry on like a ghost but I'm addicted to a timebomb
Just another, just another hit from
or we gon' bring the heat
Listen to yo bitch while shе mad
She gon' speak the truth
Listеn to a fucking Tron song
'cause I speak it too i ain't say shit
bring this world to its knees,
It’s a blessing that you believe in me to lead,
Man, woman, and future seeds,
You taught me why my heart beats,
And how
a gun in there
Now they're runnin' out
Done 'em there, with his there
Don't run your mouth (pussy)
Let me tell you a secret that no one knows
In O,
of them plays
I'm the one who slept in
The trap all them days
I'm the one told you don't stay in your ways
Try go on hit's and go miss anyway
Im the one
laughed, and ate brisket, fuck!
On my behalf, he had a meeting at the Neptune
Had little daddy hide the heater in the restroom
Guns drawn like my bath from
weight
You doin' shows down hear
But you can't go up state
Now what it do
I tryin' to leave wit you and you
I'm 20 deep, I ain't tripping bring ya crew
I
weight
You doin' shows down hear
But you can't go up state
Now what it do
I tryin' to leave wit you and you
I'm 20 deep, I ain't tripping bring ya crew
I
motherfucking animal
Gasoline around your residence cause it's flammable
Genocide, I get banned on that, I stand on that
You'll catch me by surprise baby cause I
but not mines black
Seen a lot cats get yak (for all of that)
Ain't no gettin back, this the shit that comes wit this pack
Three things, guns
Yea...|Get drunk and throw your cups up and smoke.|It aint Bob Marley if you dont cough and choke.|All haters somewhere hatin cuz they mad
beg your pardon ring back boo
Cah my phone needs charging
All guns out on the block no warning
Get mans chest the dot needs spawning
Cuz, cuz what do
woman intuition bring you more life (Trust)
Fire fire oh mama
I don't wanna do no wrong but there's pure drama
Lil mama never clean nuh gun fi ya (Oh oh)
up your main dawg
Forgot he dead and gone (Damn, damn, damn)
They sent his ass home (Come on)
This not no diss track (Uh, huh)
It's just a evil ass
rise
And bring the pain, uh
Bitch, I'm in a war zone
You comе out alive but not the same
Hypnotized by evil thoughts
(Huh?) , I got the plague inside my
a bati boy in 'im head like a rasta
What's my name bitch? (Mr eXquire)
Don't forget the muthafuckin, without that it's nothin
I bring the ruckus, these
lobby
Bring the body down to Lockheed
Stuff it in a Maserati
Just playing, that's just the funny shit I'm dreaming
While I'm pouring your Chianti
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