Lyrics:
out
And see it out
well I hear suffering
Oh when you lay low
We play it for a second, in the heat of the night
But dear I can tell it by the tease in
[Sample]
Hook One: Method Man [Left Eye]
The sound of gun birth put the foul in this earth
[foul in this earth]
You can't fake plannin' from
you don't remember.
I got my pistol, but I got a different clip in it.
Click-click, motherfuckers, can you get with it?
You ain't the nigga that you
About to fall off, yeah I need me a grip
Game by the handle, yeah don’t even trip
Left, right
Which one you pick
Hang tight, I’m going back in
Ain’t
Remember em nights we ain't had no heat, hot water, take cold showers
I'd sit inna dark, late night by myself, just thinkin, sad nigga hours
Was just
You don't want no problems
Niggas talking crazy bout today won't see tomorrow
Folks ain't check no time
They can't step after nine
Walking cross
gon' handle that business
My little brother NAV gon' share your bitch
Shit get bloody, yeah, shit get sticky
Extra cheese, gotta kill all the rats,
for her no more lost souls
No more advocating fornication denouncing divination guarantee the gospel of the Lord gets told
So before we grow old you can
it's all engraved in my blade
So when I wave it, you gon' say Rae mad
Now it's '28 Days Later', now Wu's up, do something, you can't
It's blood in
No I can't miss (I can't miss)
Praying to the sky like can you hear me
All my Lords don't need to send his troops
I am only fighting for my freedom
hold my word
With pride by my side
I try to stay alive
You can feel that heat in my eyes
You might be catching a scared vibe
But I'm not scared to die
In
who're tripping
I know and it shows, I can look at your nose
And just tell that you're effected by the e-g-o
On the downlow
On the downlow
the good with the bad
My moms taught peace, pops piece came from raw streets
cnd if I gotta move off heat, you lost meat
The weather blower I'm all water, no
It seems I can't turn back
I'm walkin' 'round strapped
Can't sleep, my enemies want me gat
Call my mama and they scream drama
(Kill you bitch)
Could
Working hard go get it
Gonna count them millis
Don't care if you with me
I can do this shit myself
I be proud of myself
Come ride with me baby
I be
Yeah yeah yeah yeah leave you dead in the street
Got a hunnid' round mag you cant handle the heat
Where im from you get shot just for liking a tweet
give a fuck about your stipulations
Type of bread appropriate for every situation
You can tell by the jewelry sittin' on my collar
From the bread
or a lighta(lighter)
And listen to a young rida(rider)
On the side of Pimp double tril
Make you lighter than a feather in yo DOB hat
Bitch now listen can you solve that
a undercover, I can tell by the stache
Just heard your music, it belong in the trash
I don't know your name, but you callin' me Daddy
Yeah I don't know your name,
gotta hold it down, I'm by myself
I ain't got no body round you lookin' helpless baby
I can't help this feelin' that just came over
Baby what you talkin'
mountain
Zooming through my city while I take the views in
Unified the universe and now I'm dangerous
Don't even think about it; you're my brother
his muthafuckin capital go mein
So instead he gots to get scandlous
'cause he can`t keep up and handle hisbuisness
Like he use to and he ain`t
this place
Throw myself to the water
I’m not sad I just thought that
I could handle the silence
From my greatest romance
And I can’t believe that
You
shotgun while twisting up the plant
Got the gat, tell em bring the heat
Can't handle that? Take a seat
(Uhhh) I might drop a baby for my next tape
Call it
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