Lyrics:
Black ski mask in the hood windows tinted
This is the only way my life worth living
Made a hundred bands but no I ain't giving
Y'all are only good
No zeroes not one my amigos
Contigo late night flights to Montego
How we roll low key
Touchdown only we know
Back to chilling with my people
Another
in the back with the play sta'
A little boy (boy) came and gave me an invitation
Said there's a party and ya gotta wear your suit
And ain't no
the white, choppers by the back door (AYE)
Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA)
Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I'm
to get shot
Whoever said that what I say and portray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me
And find the black and crack the fact
They
Watch the kid create a new
Civilization of rap niggas
Back niggas, and watch me lay in the cut
I'm in the hood - the way I do it
It got me fucking
where yo' house went
You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo
I'm mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows
And call it "More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume
Dat was back in ninety eight man I was still a lil boy
I'm griping wood wit da leather nobody do it betta
And ima end it by sayin dis dj screw fo eva
I know dat was yo bitch but she mine now
Hit dat bitch from da back made her pipe down
You can see the pain under my eyebrows
Niggas changed up
Bitch on the stand and she gone lie for me
Protocol when it's war time we on the front line
cnd You don't want it like I won't mine
It show in yo grind
habit (yeah)
Yo, Ghost lethal
Like the diamonds on a handle on a Desert Eagle
I pop like a old record with a thin needle
I got verses in the safe
catch me lacking
Cause I'm still on a mission in this game of life
And I gat promises to fulfill to mama to
Take her out of the hood
A friend ask me why
there go P
Yo Chop what up what up?
Sam Cooke writing hand, all of my lightning, damn
Used to rob niggas in Sam's, buy shams
For my dude's baby shoe
make me throw no gun in your mouth
You know?
How long is your cream? this long?
Eh yo, his belt got karats in it
Swift description, e-320 nigga
Aye just talk yo shit twin
Call me Micah Parsons in the field I'm a vicious lion
My old bitches bad as shit but them bitches always lying
Empire ima
breaker
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[Bizzy Bone]
Came back from the cold world, the people have the iris walkin
Came back with
by the all black
limousine
And the 20 rims that's sparkling bright
And the ornament rising from the black hood
She's a devious woman coming on to me
mentionin'- (at all, at all, fuck your hood, nigga)
And, nigga, you never did shit (like, you know that, at all, at all)
We hit his ass all in his leg, but
no creases (yeah)
Back in the day, they ain't need me (uh-huh)
I'm finna pull of in that 'Ghini (skrrt)
Audemars just like a pelican how my wrist
In them trenches with my niggas
We was really drilling
Back when we was gang gang
And all the guys was living
This was before niggas start
business here
But since my friends are here, I just came to kick it
But really I would rather be at home all by myself not in this room
With people who
Its the only life i know
Yo it's the young and you know I'm back in Action
Was gone for a little bit now I'm steady laughing
Saw the hate while I was
so fresh.
Doggy Dogg, you are the best,
Take back home to the West.
Well Lyssa Brisna, in San Francisca,
The cute lil sista with the fever blista,
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