Lyrics:
Bullets I got guns hit my target so evasive.
Always major, never basic, we evasive.
Slaughter bitch niggas with ease, so evasive.
Smack you into a coma like
of July?
[Evidence]
Alchemist.
[Prodigy]
[Chorus]
We doing it, getting our paper
We ain't rookies, we major
Name brand gangsters, you still
Infrared beamers keep ya posse on my penis
Now it's on wicked in this da link a mid to west flex
The abyss to this bitch who dis this click
Bliss is hangin'
Music is our passion
When we perform in front of a crowd in a major city there’s no feeling like it in the world
When we first started out we were lucky
trucks
(Well, watch out man-a)
For, when we go a show, we say
We sit down in a box
We watch out di show star by Silver Fox
Him have di weak spot in a him
When they saw that we wasn't messin' around
One tried to run, so I had to chase him down
I caught the kid by the corner store deli
Kicked him in
the posse and done rushed the movies
I got Angie, Jeff got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I'd never seen in my life
That was all right because the lady was
of Spades is now down with the BDP Posse
If you want to see more, just watch me
MAN, do what I do, throw your hands in the air
And scream it out, ohh
hitting pagers
I just got to go get it
And a nigga going go major
You know them times (You know them times)
When you ain't got no time in you (A'int got no
bruddas it get gutta we bring major pain
As a youngin had to suffer but it aint a thang
I done been stabbed in the back I had to shake it off
No squares in
In the end, all we ever wanted was an opportunity
We want a seat at the table, and we gon' get it by any means
We want a seat at the table, and we gon'
in the major leagues
Stay down til a nigga win yeah you know that's major key
The FN fit a nigga hand like it was made for me
Lemon squeeze on that
chicken
A bu-a-bucket full of acid by the do'
Just in case I gotta throw away my yole
Bars around the house, bars around the window
Dope around
not stocked with writtens!
With every passing moment
Time is ticking
And I know that
I'm not getting by with old shit
Plenty weeks but I aint wrote in
my grandma's grandchild
Flip the script just like an acrobat
On the money mat
Major hitters, do it back to back like we're running
One after
Two after
and gifts
And a wolf in sheeps clothing
'Cause some of y'all ain't knowing
Me and you go back like roaches in the projects
And, we done been through
(You're a wizard Harry)
Survived them record deals, I'm still here, my nigga
By special delivery, like G-Dep and Diddy
I never left my city,
Like coming through
Give me a couple hours I'll be Pulling up on you
Soon as I did she jumped in Like she ready to go
I hit the gas in the jag now we
is sour power
Gazing in the stars we been talking for some hour hours
Girl saved my day, she got superpower powers
I.O.U. like some vowels
So don't
improvise
My vibe
So by by
Cruise in the zone
When im way too High
My Minds ova fried
Dilated eyes
Break em into pieces
Just to keep myself alive
Like he's
work
We made it happen, and we didn't care how it worked
Momma been fighting brain tumors since the age of 8
Cant wait to buy both of y'all a house in
Ray
Run with the yay, drum on the 'K
Fuck with Lil Pump, you get shot in the face
Gucci the gang so we watchin' the snakes (Gucci)
Made me eight
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
with addiction alcoholic like P
No submitting both spittin' up in college like G's
My focus not there we probably both got B's
You're the star RB, I'd
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