Lyrics:
and his family use to stay
Nicest one on the block
If he seen you drive by
he wave you down and make you stop
Drank cheap boos smoked big cigars
And he
her pussy blister, got a did in the side of my pearl white Lac
Keep my weed in the front and my brew in the back
And my heat up under the seat ready
We'll sport like new garb
We're bondservants of the Christ of the cost
The true God
The Father brought us back
He devised the plan
That His Son would
stop
nigga this Oakland, the city of dope
You know where that crack shit was invented
and smoked by these ghetto chemists years ago
on Plymouth street we
where was all the unity?
How dare you run and scream that Black Lives Matter?
When only shot by BLUE or WHITE, are Black. Lives. Mad-der!
What
got time to relax
No sidetracks, I ain't got time for all of that
I'm in a 4x4, two pipes at the back
Dippin' in and out of lanes through the tiniest
care enough (yeah)
I can tell by niggas' raps, you ain't got no experience
The Benz was white with them blue lights and I got red interior
I got
Within her hands are gifts for the damned
You take them all
Consume the pills, the acid, the booze
Weakness can't refuse
White speed, brown smack,
eachother clothes
Bragging about platinum, nigga that's white gold
Fake niggas talk, and real niggas hush
Fake niggas run, and real niggas bust
why'all
security guards, just me an' the Squad
I got love, a cat got checked by a fan
Holdin' me down, I got street respect
Love is when true fans who don't believe
throw half of ya body up in the lake
Now it's time for me to break, fuck the jake
I make the street work for me
I do damage to the stage and the industry
the jake
I make the street work for me
I do damage to the stage and the industry
It's like that, It's like that
[Chorus: x2]
[Rampage]
I don't
You risked your life for this country when you were young
Never questioned orders that they gave
Because the love of the Red White and Blue was in
hence the quick fall
It's on, the sound of your voice in them brown eyes borders on
A light dream, i strike three matches by the window
Fall back
Milk white eyes
People of the sunlight better be advised
There's a new breed of killa on the street today
Here I am, I'm a maniac, what you say?
represented tactics team, They out for teams
And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens
Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens, Spittin' licence, Police
a natural beautiful standing white teeth
Her sandals displayed her feet
I like her technique she wasn't in the street until it's time
Pure personality
blind by Wall street banking
Worse than at St. Mark's and Franklin
Thanks to stickup kids in ties and white collars
Who worship the almighty dollar, so
Andre Nickatina
Caught up in the rhyme like a dopef iend, freaky heater back the fuck up if you cut your broke dreams, I keep the 40 fo' shizzle
blessin fiends
We the men of empty dreams
My every, master piece
Influenced by street tragedys
Got family, tried jackin me
A lotta fun that'll be...
Ain't got to teach em' bout the streets cause its already in they blood
Let yo education be your first backbone
And the dope game something to fall back
a natural beautiful standing white teeth
Her sandals displayed her feet
I like her technique she wasn't in the street until it's time
Pure personality
I lock it in like Eddie (lock it, lock it)
Cock it back, steady, hold it hold it, drop that medy
You couldn't survive these streets
My G's got
And when I sin I pray that God don't leave my life alone (turn my headphones up)
Look (damn)
Thirteen I'm in the books, I'm playin' basketball
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