Lyrics:
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)
He wanted drama so I brought him pain
Listen to my nine millimeter go bang
Out goes your brains, feel the motherfucking terror
And you ain't
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
Little brother, left field, queen's guard
Mean arm, knees bent
Two out, tow on bags
When I caught him staring down at something moving thru the grass
and get money
Said rap and get money, motherfucker
Ain't this shit funny?
Don't do it for money, don't do it for money
But if it come down to the money
youngin's cuz I know
They listen when I talk)
All praise to my God
(But I gotta' thank my hood role
Models that I made it out)
They ain't never give me shit
The strange fruit hangs by the treasonous
The U.S. never meant it's for us
So I take a knee & pledge to my people
My pedigree pure, ain't no room for evil
You
and get this bitch, ain't got no time fo no shit
Got all my boys, don't make no noise,
Just throw that trick in the ditch
It ain't no way La Chat gon'
(What's happening nigga?)
Hell yeah, what's up my nigga, ain't nothing just out here grinding, my nigga you know what it is
What's up nigga what
with temporary breath,
Used to live with caution, now I live to enjoy
clways kept too much bottled in,
For this here ima give it my all
In the end I'll
going on 'cross seas
Every minute a child dies by this disease
In record numbers indeed
Got momma's crying out please
My baby hold on
My child ain't done
an opp and don't get him dropped, I ain't big squad
It's 150 with 55, can't let shit slide
I'm from the east side, you ain't see no nigga this live
Get
peoples out here they get down for this
Each one's a one man gang with a crown for this
Man burners to handle any business
And mad sneaky ways so ain't
could see this
I'll never fall for what I stand for
This year Fernando
We could live today, blood, and die tonight, cous'
Box Chevy hit the block, run
I don't care with ya my nigga
Cause it's hell
Livin' off a thug, money things ain't swell
Don't believe me, go and ask my boys in jail
When we cryin'
please and no thank you's
Or is it that strong nigga that
Take care of his family?
Fuck the scene up and then
Take care of the damages shots ring out
out the gutter
With a bit of luck
And if it ain't nothing nice
You better keep your dick sucker shut
I ain't into the nonsense, I'm content
I ain't
here when I fall
No, don't, girl, I can't be, my apologies to the family
Just you, no plan B, we'll work it out, why can't we?
I'ma leave you
lickin' my bizohs
Hustle never fall off
We beefin', make no call off
Until one of these bullets out this draco knock your shit off (Shit!)
Slap
Silkk, Slim, P
It's like, we out the game
(What's up Soulja Slim?)
Keep from callin' us
It's like we're never gonna be
(Master P in there, boy
It's gon' be a bunch of lil' kids
A bunch of lil' boys and girls singing this lil' part right here
Maybe these, maybe these the words, somethin'
CLOSED THE SHOW
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My friend said just go with the flow
Swore to myself it’s the last time I’d go
Down town clubs, ain’t my scene at all
Thought I
could get out of this town
We could leave a trace, pin the map; just go
Who said we can't chase dreams
Why let time pass us by?
You know we could live
The temperature and the snow and ice are dropping fast
And honey, my heart goes out to all the cars I've passed
But you know I live for this
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