Lyrics:
or Die keep head to the sky
Belo - zero gonna get me by, keep on gettin me high so high
Hindin house, P.D., like I (?) your momma, I'm a really
Rain pours when I open up the Range doors
The young boys slang caine
On they front porch show 'em love
Let em know they ain't playin' with' 'em
Ya homies
day he died
(Rest in peace)
That shit got me fucked up
Caught us by surprise
(On God)
Living every day till the day I die
(Opened eyes)
Champagne
Lost my brother and my mama she cried.
When they ride they gone slide to that code they abide.
Don p wit a straw sipping thoughts of my guy.
Young
taking him out
Every leader thinking they safe
BOOM
Ground shakin' deteriorates
BOOM
Sound of the bass
BOOM
Rain drownin' yo racist ass
No class
A trap
The war is waged by the ruling group against its own subjects
And its object is not victory over Eurasia or Eastasia
But to keep the very structure
Us pimp niggas get it down hoe
The chin checker all you do is play the role nigga
You just a actor, won't let a bitch breathe
If she wanted to yawn
She
I'll do her the best
But I was just lying
Just trying to see
If she like the rest
And by what I can see
That shit is a yes
No debate
Told her to pull
the world nobody else just us
Steak and potatoes by the beach just let me know wassup
The more time we spend together you regain
my trust
Made a promise, next
way too long
Can't stop until my diamond dance
He done spoke on gang so he work them feet
We turn em right to prancent
Sippin' purple rain I feel like
our living
This is what the people want us to do
Nah, I'm not gonna get a job there
And I'm not gonna work there, nah, not at Gap
Fuck it, hey, come
Hey warm cider, barn full of spiders
Orange moon, starry night, particle exciters
In a pageant rivaled only by the origin of fire
Now add
VERSE 1
Hillatoppa, hilla, hilla, hillatoppa,
Finish off a fifth of vodka, light it up and spit it on ya,
Man me and P-Dela got a hella proper,
Flow,
no dreams
Guess that that's the reason that I'm sayin
We don't see the same
I can see it all
Future in my palm I speak it rains
If you're too
the hell did I prevail?
He make pain records
Just a rain a stepper
My brothers correlate, we had to storm the same whether
Lotta bitches played us, plus we
sorrow (Sorrow), Watch them tears gone follow
But the streets don't care Ain't shed a tear you forgotten by tomorrow (So For Real)
Chopper gone sing that's
park/rollin up, i’m calm collect, I cop the mall like paul blart/guess you seen that comin, that mean that u seen us stuntin/ gat a bad bitch wit me, i’m puttin
a campaign
I would make it rain
There ain't no hey how you doin
Face all the music
Cant get enough of you
Can't get enough
Live in the present
Blessed by your
was Marvin
Never started, but now a nigga ballin'
When it rains, it pours
But I stay hoodied up
If it ain't one of us, then I don't give a fuck
Member
her
That "bling bada-bing" from the ring, put the hoe in her
I seen what I seen, what I mean is she goin' with us
I can do this shit for hours, tryna
Ever since me and Haris got cool
We do everything together like we Bodie & Poot
Here at Keep Hope Records we do songs by the two's
We present to you
war, we can do some stickin' and movin'
We can meet in the middle of these streets or in the middle of this rain
I can pop your chest, blast the Glock,
R.I.P. Guru
GangStarr 4 Life
Goddamn, Primo!
Long time comin', baby
History in the making
It's goin down, talk to 'em, Preem
"Say, this here,
saying what up, the tape what up
The same mothafucker playing with his steak cut up
I'm great, shut up, the flowing no debate just us
I'm out of shape
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