Lyrics:
cats or now open, are you playing with me boy
Watch a nigga bob and weave, and then we break jaw
We ain't barring no law
Snap rugged and rough
wasn't really so rough, but
Then came along the rona,
Back to my old persona, like I awoke from a coma
Went from 0-60 like we racing Daytona
Cause it
me you need your plan your long heavity
Before you die broke like Sammy Davis junior
The solar, followed by the looter, followed by the solar
so face it
We laugh when your pain is so much it hurts
When the skies and everything falls black
You will find it is by design and it's all bad
Half
built my house sittin' calm by a lake just for you to tear it down, I know that you hate
We ain't workin' no minimum wage
How the fuck you hatin', if you
going have to miss yo
I rolling round with a glock in my pocket this shit just like a missle
You ain't had it hard, you ain't had it rough
They was
of a takeover, and it's analysed as global
We can find them whatever your predictions
Enterin' the realm unknown with no restricitons
It might be hard
and we blast face
Bad bitch in the backseat know we blazing up
I know she a teachers pet by the way she sucking up
Toss her to the homie man you know I
better act tough
No dey act like say you've never been to action
I'll be try to keep it back and chill but the street rough, so I act tough
The things my
but this my juice bitch
I'm geeked up like I'm DDG, I got the sauce but I'm not ski, u need a ring like cp3
I hit your corners, DVD, no ghost
Face but
Jerome lovin', man, I hit the pack
Yo, we, Panther power, keep it all relative to the sixties
Bill Bixby green, ATM money
Got my pockets lookin' like
Jerome lovin', man, I hit the pack
Yo, we, Panther power, keep it all relative to the sixties
Bill Bixby green, ATM money
Got my pockets lookin' like
Easside, lived in Easside
Trapped in Easside, and died by the Easside
Come see it for yourself, you know what’s goin’ on out here
K. Zoom:
Yeah, yeah
We from
the darkness say they stand by your side
All a lie, day n' night no matter who, what, when, where, and why
Looking at you, looking at me, like we're the enemy
I
the darkness say they stand by your side
All a lie, day n' night no matter who, what, when, where, and why
Looking at you, looking at me, like we're the enemy
I
No. Who are you mister? Yeah, how come all this?
Well, I'll tell you. It's like this... No let us tell you.
Mister Tom Jefferson, a mighty fine man
on the corner of wetlands with a confederate flag for a headband
God dam eggplants, niggas getting' me vexed man
Cause I'm surrounded by garbage like Fred Sav
tough guys
Who say they rough ride
But I've seen them meet Elohim and no more tough side
We're caught· you know the Savior's got our jaw stuck
We
like a fucking stitch
Say I'm shit well that's fucking rich
Pussy boy you're a fucking bitch
Got no game so get off the pitch
Get put in cuffs and I know
yourself, are you ready for your last conviction
Death, by lethal lyrical injection
No protection from this non-detection method, cyanide
Are you ready to die
used to play games that would make parents mutter
Like Tag, Spider, and Hot Peas and Butter
We rode our bikes through Prospect Park
Did jumps over
said bae what you think about adding her?
Kicking flavor we fly like Aladdin huh
Not our level they need them a ladder huh
Said she like her a man leave
soul
Don't tell me that I'm losing control
You tried to kill me with one bite
Man, I can't believe we're doing it right
No
Dirty, dirty love but such
hit 'em
They lift them like upliftment
For no commission
No rough drafts,
Getting through
Any rough patch
There's a fork in the road,
Go straight
Make
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