Lyrics:
brothers?
Cause by killing him just made
His words teach others
Like Martin Luther King he preached peace
Like the West East beef finally
That shit is rotten
just some county boys committed to the way that we talk
God, Family and Guns that's the way that we walk
Jesus loves the little children that's the stuff
both got finish lines, I'm here to start sum
I'm surrounded by imposters, that's why I keep a couple round in my posse
Que pasa, whats happening
I can
that I gotta get paid
I've been thinkin' this way since I was in the 6th grade
No English, I ain't talk, but boy could add
In the school of hard
Oh, this has been my longest day
Sitting here close to you
Knowing that maybe tonight we're trough
Like an image passing by, my love, my life
In
game
Nope, nope, y'all can't copy that
Bad, moonwalking, this here, is our party
My posse's been on Broadway, and we did it our way
Grown music, I
your posse)
I'm off the Perkys with niggas (Perkys)
Fuck your molly (Fuck your molly)
I'm in Atlanta with dracos
Talkin' that shit get a halo
Got your
funkin then I stomp em
They don't want none girls be on my jock and
They playin me for that
But fool I can't help it cuz I
Was raised up like a mack
Breakin em like they windows
And still they rip till they get a whiff
Of this shit that I kick
And if they ever had a notion to stop me
Treat your best shot
a crip or a blood but my gang with me
Me and my niggas don’t dance we hit the money dance when the
Cheque come our way
I was raised by Hip-Hop Tupac
my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why
#2: It could be carried by an African swallow!
GUARD #1: Oh, yeah, an African swallow maybe, but not a European
swallow, that's my point.
GUARD #2:
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
changed me
Now I'm someone that I can't be
Now my posse with me rollin' ten deep
Comin' for everything they never gave me
Blinded by, designer lines
weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it
I would rather die than admit it
Cause Ooooo
I was raised that way
She demands my attention
But I obey the set conventions
I nod and smile 'til
got it by any means
Out here riding dirty, and pulling up to every scene
I came a long way from hotdogs and pork and beans
And them long shirts,
you swimmin' with the koi
Five to Nine like Royce
Big money by choice (Fettyyy)
Big money by choice
NANI
NANI
Yo' bitch is joinin' my posse
NANI
NANI
weed
Now the little baby's crazed raised off Hennessy
Tell me, will my enemies flee when they see me?
Believe me, even thugs gotta learn to take it
here close to you
Knowing that maybe tonight we're trough
Like an image passing by, my love, my life
In the mirror of your eyes, my love, my life
generating with the motion I'm creating
I'm the boy wonder, Tragic super duper
Raised in the Bridge, cause I'm a Queensbridge trooper
The rebel
brought
Them through the Alps
Catching the enemy completely by
Surprise and defeating
Them there are no Alps and
No obstacles that can stand in the
Way
hear what he said
Do way more than the niggas that like to stunt but shit dont get to my head
She think I'm shy til we get to that bed
Stacking for my
a word about the body on the curb
Hit the homie Flacko, that's the vato with the herb
I mean he probably cool, but his posse full of herbs
Got a Chronic
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