Lyrics:
What you think I'm a fucking worm like you?
I told you, man, I told you
Don't fuck with me
I told you, no fucking kids, no
But you wouldn't listen
momma and kids live
No doubt, now it's time to take some more of you out
Scan the block with an inferred dot, just for a victim
There he go, there he was,
[Intro: people whispering]
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no it's Ghost, no it's Ghost)
What did y'all discover?
Is it a bird? Is it a plane? (no
I'm a crazy motherfucker takin' no shit
Make them jokes about me but what's serious
Is the fact you need to leave alone those kids
Otherwise you need
feelings
She just trippin’
Yeah, pockets got obese
I’m bout to fly to Greece
By myself, all alone
She want a condo and kids
I gave your shit a listen, it’s
your ends
Always keep a stash spot and never make new friends
Commit your sins (right) confess on your own time kid
Never think that you too nice to do
I feel like I was born to go viral
My dream is to be little kid’s idol
White boy plug, not Kyle
Diamonds on me sick, where’s my NyQuil
My shooter’s
to say, "Hi"
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I bust a left and I'm heading to the next block
That block was dead
Notice that it's "unity" in "opportunity"
Make a lil' cash, now the block is screwin me
Brand new E-Class, cops pursuin me
Guess they wanna see me park
slidin by my music
Fuck the opps check the scoreboard yea they losin
Now they stuck on the gram lookin stupid
Stuck on the gram like some lil ass kids
If he mean muggin me he gonna die for that look
Got the burner on me he a small frie he get cooked
I ain't givin shit back that I took
And the kid
on the same plane
So who's frontin', hit the snooze button, they confused
I sound ill on the mic like breaking news
Cuttin' to reporters getting camera time
the mistletoe we go, we go
Everybody's singin'
All the bells are ringin' out
It's Christmas all over again, yeah, again
And right down our block
Little kids start
learned, but it ain't nothing new
What happened to your funk, did you lose it?
Or did you get juked by Dangerous Music?
We stole all your money, and all
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
the violence bro
Block my foes in the name of the lord
One By one am full of surprises
Two By 2 that's a silent ride
Three On 3 I've seen that before
Four By 4
Make a move baby, mix some tunes baby
Feeling loose, lemme choose, L.A. views today
We're the news, baby, out on Tuesday babe
She's amused, by
Intro: Prince Rakeem/Ryzarector
It is written [manifest]
That all men are brothers [prophecy]
We come like blood brothers [word is bond]
Cause blood
York, New York, the city that never sleeps
Bodies, covered in white sheets, are layin in the streets
Shit gets deep, as we creep up the block by the kids
Elvis Presley
Keep that beat on new, you soon old news
Dude can freestyle but he can't recoop
What's the sense in that, a million off this track
We big
beat a gun case nigga aight
Chopper hit yo face pumpkin pie
My niggas don't believe in drive bys Niggas be killing kids nigga dat ain't
Aight head comin
[Intro]
All points in the region related gangsterish
Serving dark dishes of true pimp horror
Warriors stormy nights on leathery wings
Sexy sirens in
don't fuck with niggaz I'm all alone
The peacemaker, kid off the block I been a cheese chaser
Get off ur ass hit that spot, a couple grand it get got
More
peepin' in horn
Killin' all these pussy niggaz think they keepin' in God
Pistol cocked on the block and all they fearin' is death
Then again nigga,
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