Lyrics:
know I don't fuck with you
So all I can say (uh uh)
Is stay out my way
Don't take much to wake up, taped up
Fuck the district, I live in Jacob
Hit
from the passenger seat
The mic booth, the district where they be packin' the meat
Cause they kept it raw as the jump off, I hop, back on the beat
a nigga, take his own grip
I'm in the meat packin' district, STK the state
Big faces in my safe, so these ho niggas hate
Catch him slippin' out Philippe's
We roll in like the president
Lock down the whole district
Them street level resident
And give them democracy
Axes sharp make sure that ink is
a young misfit looking for the quick flip
Left hook take you out of this district
Watch a nigga's soul leave his existence
Hit a lick then I hop on my
on your wishlist?
Got what you want, my love is like Christmas
Candles, kisses, diamonds, frigid, fashion district
Sip this witches brew, first class
for mischief
Now aim for the drones in your zoning district
Hindenburg 'em, get 'em, burn 'em
Can't give the ghost up, no resistance
Pass that shit,
the vacant districts, for four religions, studied Pagan scriptures
True philosophers and physicians, on a cure missions
Who harden their hearts, to ward
you and a life on the run.
Now, the District Attorney said he might of forgiven
You had lots of reasons to turn out this way
But He'll throw you
nights crumbling wave
Through the dreamlike districts of the vanished days
A dead man falls from a trotting horse
The rivers run backward to their
Really fell off the lane with this shit
Man, print this shit, I'm a misfit
Got a style from the guts of the most irrational beast in the district
everybody can't go
Downtown diamond district, jewelers like
"Yo, Hussle holler at me, I got Cubans on the low"
Flew to Cancun, smoking Cubans on the boat
pawned this older cat who looked like Calvin Crewhig?
But got splat in his back last year
Robbin' his jewel inside the diamond district
No more Doctor
of District of Columbia (king)
Can't come here without a permit (uh)
This shit really a jungle, gorillas and anacondas (goddamn, goddamn, goddamn)
She see
Really fell off the lane with this shit
Man, print this shit, I'm a misfit
Got a style from the guts of the most irrational beast in the district
Sous le soleil,sous le soleil
Exactement juste en dessous.
Dans quel pays, dans quel district
C'était tout au bord de la mer
Depuis j'ai oublié
these lyrics bitches is to bring the word to the district
Who is it?
How to get connected comin from that gritty city
When nothin but a grind, and no
lifted
Recognize the gifted and how there's no fuckin' around
in the west-side district
Get it twisted
If you want to choose your destiny
pipes with lipstick traces
Walks the cold nights red district places
She seen more hotels than my tour suitcases
More male customers than Old Navy's
touched
Like it ain't too much for you, baby
I'm from the Red Light District
Have you been there before?
Come on let's go I'll take you
And leave you
get you a juice quick
Three flights and she gotta do two trips
No electric back to the news's housing association
Moving fam to the Eastern District
through the hood, but ain't no stoppin' there
Them hollows hit your chest, shit'll stop your air
Diamonds from the district, come kick it, we playin'
of
Put the district attorney body on lay away
So I ain't got to buy the judge
Get ready to flip on the coin toss
Come and dance on the edge
Of the knife
a journey
That either God or the gurney, my public defender burned me
So did the district attorney, in a turbulent trial
They told me that time is master,
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