Lyrics:
My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd
Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat
While my JVC
[Sauce Money]
(*Laughing*) Brooklyn
This is the set-off
Kay Sleezy
Take it to the streets nigga
Word up
Sauce Money
Uh, uh
Proper set-off
Don't get
And to the drama I built, and all unfinished beef
You will soon be killed, put us together
It's like mixin vodka and milk
I'm goin out blastin, takin my enemies
street shit was real I was up in the field when I heard uncle B got shot
OG said Look at all the drip that we done bought
But it don't mean shit if you
the strap
You know I wear it like a bomber
Act like you don't in the middle of December
Turn to summer
The way I make your bitch hot, I'm a stove
Harry Potter
It'd be just another river town
Streets would have a different sound
There'd be no honky tonks with whiskey rounds
No dreamers chasin' dreams down
them kids the life they dream
Wanna be like Harry Potter save me from
Catastrophe
Known for all the beats I slaughtered they don't want it bad as me
Got
it, check it, yo
Case closed, erase my foes
Chased away by the black suit, shades, and clothes
We above the law, Feds can't touch me y'all
keep a couple gram, grams
So-so-so-so where your money put it in your hand, hands
Now-now-now-now make it flip make it do a handstand
We-we-we-we
You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge
Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube
From the gang called
thousand spectators lined the streets
Crash in Paris
Can
It
Be?
"O o o
Diana
O o o
Wat doe je nou?
O o o
What do you know?
Omgekomen bij de crash!
O o o
got it by the pidound
Straight up out the midound, make everybody get down
Sandy brown blades ways in a daze damn
Ain't Eightball at the mall with
Yeah, we're weightless, takin' flight
With you by my side Everything just feels right
We're livin' in the moment Livin' in the moment
Feelin' free,
better, let's get it
Would call them by their rapper name but I like clown better
Feds couldn't make me break boy I don't allow pressure
Nailed yo' bitch
(In my head, deep pockets, lil' bitch)
They be like, "Who that? Who that?"
It's the motherfucker with the strap
Lay 'em down one by one if these
second intercepted
By the grind, gettin' mine
Nickel 9 for the haters
I reply "see you later"
When I die, go to hell, meet your maker
It's time
I get fly
Oooooohhh.
And completely destroyin it
Say Wha Say what
And completely destroyin it
oh yeah
And completely destroyin it
Say Wha Say What
to take a break When I can barely even think I
Wanna drink
Week by week I ask my self yo Why you live like this
This is how it goes
Takin' uh different road
by ma bitches
Fuck with my family get hit by them switches
Bitch i be grooving but thats how it go
Driving fast with no plates in the toll
Feel like im
off nigga's dicks
Man hoe takin' these niggas gotta keep it rich
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they don't know about
Suckers be
me grieve for the beat before I murder it,
Don't know my name by now?
You shoulda heard of it,
Why? 'cause I'm murdering,
Anybody lurking in,
Sick n tired of livin by these streets
I'm so sick n tired of feelin this way
I'm stayin high'd up like every day
Ain't nobody tell me this how it would
Some might think that I'm pure evil, I think I'm necessary
When I take people out there's less to bury
I live by a code on a quest by Harry!
I protect
in the mountains
Triple-digit checks, I be flirting with accountants
I was broke, stuffin' money in the couches
Takin' risks, trappin' out vacant
.JPG/300px-Varius_Manx_(2012).JPG "Varius Manx")
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