Lyrics:
7-1-8, and 5-1-6 area
Throughout borough to borough, state to state, world thorough wide
I ride, driving mass tracks to genocide
Verbal defender,
a hundred twenty three nine hundred and ninety nine
thousand convicts
Wanted by the beast in the hellified streets
With nullified beef and combat swamp rats
block fry plantain? (boaw)
Free my G's on the landin'
I can tell by the way that my man's actin
That he's never been locked for the mad ting (likkle
doobies doomed damned in hell
Forever jump back you crack rock heifer
Suffer heavy consequences in a harsh marsh environment
Bring a lyrical brack
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
The drives cross town to pick up both her kids
See Annie is 9, Jackson is 7
She was a senior in high school when she got pregnant
They were a mistake
and my whole nose filled up with powder
It's that lil' drug fiend
What you know about me
No diamonds on me shining but the rock is OP
Teeth rot
Bodies drop
on every discussion
See myself is the meaning
Get out of everyone's dream
I'm so influenced by train wreck
We picking up steam
It's like "choo choo"
Yo one-two it's only right baby
7L these cats are easy kills
It's dangerous, yo, check, yo
This type of cat live, like a psycho-hyperactive
[ VERSE 2 ]
Rock the style of my second verse like that of my first
Be showin the hip-hop hypes my types of flowin, but not the best of T
From
a bet, puttin' it in
We got family on Sherman, it wouldn't be them
Like the line between love and hate, couldn't be thin (uh-huh)
They don't rock like
[Chorus]
[Third Verse (SPM):]
Five on the dot when I hit the crack spot
Thirty slab rocks in a little matchbox
Hoe ass cops hit the cut around seven
Got
paint a picture, here's the backdrop
Niggaz on the block with a sock full of rocks
My intuition tells me, here come the cops
First nigga run, last
like the twenty-second
Come hither when I beckon
Son, you like every hour, you better check-in
Smoking moonrocks at the boondocks
Busting forty-five
Wash the blood off his hands and then get baptized after
I'm the New Testament, the last five chapters
And God said he would come back by rapture
I know, ain't no place like home
gone for a second best believe that I'm back home
24-7 where the love just don't stop
comedian done tell
the feeling different every time she rock with us
Guess this shit is too appealing when you fly as fuck
Guaranteed to feel it if the boy start her up
Need that
was birth
Now forever cursed to analyze his self-worth
The second step was belief
He had to make that move before he even grew teeth
The third step,
of rock and roll.
*Chorus*
I celebrate the times when I was young and life was easy.
Seven days a week and it was always fun.
And everything we did was
any marksmen
Built my own team, JoeLyric he standing tall
Strategizing 24/7 so I won't fall
Fell over myself too many times
Stumbled, too many lines
down humble snakes gas u till suffocate
And stumble, fumble the rock,
I can’t afford to slip
No metaphors slipped into metamorphosis
Diamonds are forever
It's just Me jay rock and bro ty young
We just living cuz we can not die young
From east side I came from the 91
Where they buy guns and buy guns
clocking in at seven zero hundred am
In the morning fighting evil yes be sure that I am
Brings the suckas lemon soda offers them a goddam
Sling around
By the time the flags rotted off of their antennas,
they were questioning who the real threat is.
Big Brotherly love is the 21rst Century's plague.
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