Lyrics:
the beam that I showed him, that I keep by my scrotum
I seen him I sold him, I leand him I told him
The Demons arose and, bullets, pull it, at a hour just
packin' the gun
The baddest kid on the block was a Christian son
Went to the county jail not once but twice
Gamblin' with my life with the dealin' dice
serve it while it's hot
I'm flowin' like a volcano, I'm drippin' verses off the top
Dirty cops still swervin' on the block
Lookin' for black kids, that
pimpin' (Pippen)
I told you, I got a grip on defeat
(da feet) , but ya still (steel) slippin'
The kids bust not too far from ya camp is
(campus) why we
wind up on the news, now watch the hook drop
I'm a G-Unit nigga, that means I don't play by the rules
But I could make you move
Buy a quarter mil
3. Atlanta
Yeah mhm
I caught a case in Atlanta
Serving that Hannah Montana
Ride around town with them hammers
Light yo block up like
bleed when I'm getting high
When I'm getting high
New kid on the block doing big things
Aziweke was just an intro
Tell all those lamos to move aside
Tell
Life's a motherfucking trip you know
I'm a take you to my avenues and shit
Real talk
Life's a trip every time I pass through the block
I just sit
the streets grow worse
Fuck the whole world kid my money comes first
Cause I'm out for the gusto, and trust nobody
If you're not family, then you die by me
and love it, sort of chilly
Then I send a shorty from my block to the store for phillies
After being blessed by the herb's essence
I'm back to my rest,
chose I
I ain't gonna lie
What I look like turnin' down chocha
Drove by, smokin' lye
Recognize a pimp, open your eyes
Hop in the passenger side
[Intro]
Aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight...aaaiight!
OH NO NOT THEM HITTIN' CHROME!
[Fredro Starr]
Balheadz and gunz BLOAW!
Do you want to run say:
(Intro)
I can't scratch, cause I'm drunk
I got bad teeth and my gums are bleeding
Come and fucking get me, motherfucker
Yeah, break, start
him of GZA back then I was a cold
Little nigga painting pictures
Avalon did that, six pack
Raised by them killers that’ll never
Bring them kids back
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
a new sherriff in town
And it ain't Reggie Hammond 2Pac:
Now shit's constantly hot, on my block
It never fails to be gunshots
Can't explain a mother's
You're all I had (I miss you, Rose), you're all I had
At night when the stars light up my room
I sit by myself, talking to the moon
Fuck on a bitch,
extensions
I’ll get you cut off
By one of my vixens
If you fuck with the vision
Add up money it’s never division
Kid cutting up just like an incision
I am
dice roll
Cardboard cop car make off, dog sniff
Squadron, dark tint cold block, jail cell
No food, no lights big blunt, big can
Six kids, no dad one mom,
started on the map
Piece by piece brick by brick
And build that motha fucka back
New kids new shoes
New shoes new rules
New rules new news
She made it he
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
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