Lyrics:
it just say the word and we'll grip 'em up
Make him pray, metal on his temple, tell him, "Give it up"
Got my yardies down in Peckham doing
drive the boat I'm the captain we don't do capping couple forties in the cabin
All of my demons be spazzing turned up they savage you don't wanna meet my
would never hurt me no
Let me come and see you
So that we can be alone, alone
(Baby I know a place that we can go and be alone)
As long as you make
Breakdown steel Banglez
Presents breakdown
I know what you really is
Everyone wants to be the greaziest
You might think that them man are hard
But
II Tru, Hustla'z, and Shifters (We are the soldiers!)
Bustas, no need to be runnin' from trues
Sucka, get murdered with skills
The ? to peel ya,
shit on the map
And finally get they fuckin' snaps
Broke off like it was supposed to be done
Niggas sayin' they weak due to
The fact that one
Nigga
noticed a hell of a lot of people liked it
An ethical choice is simpler if you price it
Conquer by dividing
That's why you admired him?
Unless pushed we
Nigga with a bag, that's why them older niggas hated him
Know that ain't he goin', he'll crack a nigga cranium
Bigger than a mob, can't be touched,
Filthy demon, I swear on my honor
Evil shall not prevail this day
Hell hath no fury that can overwhelm me
I'm warning you
Your life shall end by my
From the 515 to the 319
We was bumming at the bottom looking up at the sky
Now we're doing what we want, staying high to get by
And we're feeling
And I'll know it's gonna be alright 'cause we've got so much we share
Like walking in the rain (like walking in the rain)
And wishing on the stars (and
like Wick
Know I got Ohana dollars, blue, like Stitch
He don't wanna walk up, so we walk him down quick
Like at Benihanas, he get fried right, shit
If
deep with ARPs and SRTs, we tryna spin shit
The chop gon' hit him, split him in half like it's division
Amiri shirt, it match the denim
He sent his lo,
what a coward was,
something i never felt,
I dialed 911, and i left the phone by itself
i wish that i had i gun,
cause i woulda sent him to hell,
send
of someone you don't want to be (Feels like my life is stuck in a loop)
I've been victimised by a state of mind (Feels like my life is stuck in a loop)
That'll
Manolo
Bags by Chanel, Louis Vuitton logos
All attracted to Hov' because they know dough
When they see him, which be European
If you're a +te-en+ (ten)
and patience be mine friends
For once I was a liar
Be mine allies earned along the way
Now I hope that they shall stay
Hatta's Marvelous Millinery
Next
Poke his fuckin throat 'n tell him Now Talk Back!
You ain't shit to me, just another name to scratch
I be coming from a dark place like a egg to hatch
If
neighborhood actor
Had his back with K's
Now we see through him like X-Ray's
Cuffed in that Adam car
No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war
Knowing
Now how we 'sposed to really
Carry on as a item
If you got more baggage than a carry-on item
And all you do is carry on
And try to ignite him
Which
didn't look to admire
I asked him what you require I'm tryna get it clear
Cuz when it's down to the wire
And you get urgent and dire
It's like you either
You'll be glad you don't have to drive far
You'll be happy you don't have to go far
Park your pickups and Cadilacs, Fords and Renaults
And dance like
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
like felonies
Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these
Intoxicated, we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it, my adversaries is
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