Lyrics:
who you are
Get that
M-O-N-E-Y
Never did a thing for L-O-V-I-N
Coming straight from the black lungs
I rip tracks for all players that pack guns
chocolate lovers, guns is published
Detroit bitches out of town be dyin' to fuck us
This is real talk, shank lullabies
Ben Franks, we like Jet Blue we stay
that Jah, make it diverse
(Shaggee)
Ayo, Ben
What you wanna say about the school?
You wanna say that we be run by some mother fuckin' fools
A bunch
The K-I-N-G
The car that I drive is called a Caddy
The drink that I drink is called O.E.
And I wear my glasses so I can see
My homeboy right next to me
His
hired's out
Stuck inside a cycle, on a wider route
Not a straight and narrow. You a choir mouse
So what the fuck is you cryin' bout
Is taking Fed chances by
so here's a toast to the funds and things
Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings
Livin' the fast life with fast cars
Everywhere we
Mark king slapped his bass,
And early issues of the face,
Sigue sigue sputnik, margaret thatcher,
Toto coelo, and spycatcher,
E.t., arthur, elmo's fire,
up
You can bet I come diggin' you up
Them niggas bust guns just to make niggas run by
Me? I squeeze mine with one eye and one closed and focus
and blow trial
You catch cal when you browse through my X-files
Who be next now?
Man's down, hands down
Hold ground by yo side when it go down
I dedicate
To the tune of “Stand By Me” by Ben E. King
[Verse 1]
Lungs likely evolved
In the common ancestor
Of the bony fishes
Homologous to
The swim
royal army I'm gonna stand and fight
Pour my wars out basins
My gates is filled with live grazes
Live and die for the king
Escaping hells faces
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
enough
Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough
But why cry?
I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up
Thug life, it's in my veins, go
mean a damn thang
Remi ended up runnin off with martin
He was wanted for arson for startin fires in carson
So johnnie hired a gun named rum, and paid him
The more you upgrade it numbs you
It means no more it's the R-E -U-P Gang
Every night we sleep tight
The king coil mattress full of caine
First the merger
Yeah, yeah what y'all wanna do?
What y'all wanna do? C-l, ip, s-e, n-e-r-d
What y'all wanna do?
My coke money's in cleaners
Give it a fresh rinse
the Likwit Crew
Chorus: repeat 8X
Funny style
King Tee:
Now watch me run amuck
And gun em up with the shit
Rebel rhymin from Tha Liks
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice-T set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
suicide - and niggas won't cross
Guns go off, Shams is a Raiders fan
A rhyming gallop reporter, columns are lost
White five, black five with dollars to toss
Twisted by the dark side
dawned on
Some kings some pawns
None God 'cept the One Most High
And it's not me, no
I'm a finite being
I'm a kite on string
Fly by night creature
Hide
mourn falling stars
They still living all hard (We still here)
Now of course this was
Inspired by 2Pac Shakur
Eazy-E, still here (still here)
My man
after speech time, the spark in the street crime
Niggas throwing anything at you except for peace signs
Live by the gun, die by the gun
'Til my time
to the cut
Gun short, it'll smoke a nigga
Like a duck like dududuh, hop in my truck
Caught a nigga lacking
Caught him by the bleechers
Left under
way he never sleep
Bigger than the king and the pope, sling no dope
Call me anythin' but broke
When it's on, I guarantee my team
Don't choke,
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