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of coke, blunt to the greenery
Pounds in the trunk get you a concrete scenery
Handmade ox'll get you dumped in the mess hall
Snitch niggas run to C.O.'s
I be the first to set off shit, last to run
Wu roll together as one
I call my brother son 'cause he shine like one, check it
Scriptures hit
[Chorus]
Some day, I know you'll be far away
I'll be right here to stay, give me one day
Baby, baby, don't, run away, come see me
Some day, I'll
Hop in the field where its real we been cramming
40 shells ringing bells leaving damage
Park the whip its a drill we been splashing
Shake the jakes
the fifth amendment on a nigga
When you questioned in the room by them jakes
But now these niggas fake, that's why I keep a K
I was taught that I should never
to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
you lose sight of that perfect picture you’re painting
Running on a hamster wheel, sidelined by the speed bumps
Always accelerating just to keep up
and his 2-2's
I saw him last night in the prime time news
Shot and killed by an on duty Jake
His birth to the earth was a big mistake
Now, history was not
to T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan
Scream on it, Ghost
Ayo, we at the weedgate, waiting for Jake
We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches
on a crop side, the New York Southside
Stayin' alive was no jive
Standin' on the strip you get stuck like velcro
Jake jump out, you see heads and elbows
lesson, for these jakes, I see they shwerms
Thought you was gon' get eat up like a fish get eaten by worm
R-I-P to the Dub man, they gon' try to get that
cll the Time
Every weekend
Hold up
Wait (hold up)
I can not run the rat race (race)
I keep a fat stack by my place (my place)
I give out more packs
drugs, and being a tool
I told him to run but he didn't bother
The cops put the cuffs on him at his locker
Jake's mom broke out in tears
His dad was
Run rap like the trap never giving it up,
No Pyrex I’ll teach you how to whip in a cup,
Turn a ball to a quarter
Quarter to a zip,
By the time I zipped
for the slum that they come from
Cops is the only ones they gon' run from, that's it
They puttin' they hood up but 9 out of 10 of us ain't got good
and fame run out, get it with cocaine
Rep the Roc till I clock out, I make you clock out
Put sumtin in ya brains
[Chorus: Kayne West & Freeway]
I do my
by the time her and Jake would sit down for dinner. She popped up off the floor without even thinking, got her balance, and took the stairs down toward
Places to go cause I need
To build a travel log
I travel while you jake niggas run a blog
Now run along
I got some shit that needs posting
While I’m
a drac' put one in his leg put three in his head
I heard he run with the Jakes we don't fuck with Feds
I heard that bitch a lil' bop I'm tryna get her by my
I've been posted in the trenches with the sun out
Hope the jakes don't pass with my gun out
More paper than I know what to do with, I can't run out
speedy
Blue and lights flashing
Running From the Jake's
Gas on fill up the tank
Fill up the bank
Gotta run from the narcs
They killing my people for no
last ride
By a man at gunpoint who killed Jennie for sport
Who killed poor Jennie for sport
He rolled her body down a bank
Somewhere on The Old Jake
Why
You want war? I take you to war, now that my money long
Why you broke? Cat's buy the by lines and fantasize
The way I'm spittin', put TV's in
lil' nigga
Middle finger to them jakes, lil' nigga
Rats die by them snakes, lil' nigga
Then I hit him with the hawk
By then, we flew off
I ain't afford
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