Lyrics:
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
Saudi Arabia
I never come out straight out with an answer
Just a yes, or a no, or a maybe I do
But with my crew sometimes I get blazed
Jump
by Mr. Hyde
Without an invite mother fucka, don't come
Monstrous balls in your mouth, get the fuck on bitch
Come on come on [Repeat x3
automatic weapon spray
Niggas want to touch it see if it's real
Motherfuckers want to test with a gee and get let out
left on the floor of the club like
that hot, shaking ale
And say "free young struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
Fuck the cops! Take an L
Fuck it take M-N-O-P,
You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J M E
I do what I want, I'm free free free
Wiley's my bredrin, he's got an album
MCs, how? To rhyme first
Of course you rap last, so you can show off your skirt
I guess it didn't work on "4 3 2 1"
You got out done by
Makaveli in the booth spitting heat
Capsaicin in my belly chew these mc chickens like they peri peri
You a'int never seen a supervillain cook like
Too $hort, mc
Rap like me, you?ll go straight to the top
Keep doing what you?re doing and you?re sure to get dropped
Like a trick, nothing?s
I remember when, last past November when
Clown kid got pounded in with the Timberlands
They left him trembling, he was not remembering
Never tuck
Strike the band up, one, two, three
I promise that you'll never
Find another like me
Girl, there ain't no "I" in "team"
But you know there is a "me"
leave by three
And there's one pretty girls
Sitting beside me and he's like 'T'
And she's wifey so he's like 'B'
But she likes me
I get all the girls
up blowin' dope
My Uncle came home and got straight on them hoes
I go by the Don if you kno' you kno'
See bout certain shit I never can trip
Never
to the
Looking at the media they say I got a baby
On the way by Nicki I'm
Thinking the media crazy
Young nigga getting to the money
Dreams Worth More Than Money it
Aw she got a man? Tell that buddy he can fight me
Sorry lil homie but your lady is enticing
Tight squeeze, staying up at 3, jus making love see?
Cuff
while things get rougher
And that's the reason why we got to get tougher
To learn from the past and work for the future
And don't be a slave to no
he'd always worn it
In braids, but he never would again "It was
Time to start fitting in, get cleaned up
" he says of this decision "I
Was about to be
Saudi Arabia
I never come out straight out with an answer
Just a yes, or a no, or a maybe I do
But with my crew sometimes I get blazed
Jump
now
I'm just tryna get in than work my way out
I don't care who you came with
But you leaving with me for the rest of the night
It's over
Got good
at Knight
So if you round tables I authored then my penning I might
Pull my weapon out an rock-a-by baby my baby was right
Life's a bitch who needs some dick
allowed
Interrupt the cipher unannounced and you'll get punched in the mouth
With the southpaw southern fist
I'll bust your shit. Swell your lip
tryna deal wid big time cars, thieves, put 'em on dem CDs
Young nigga you'll never sell more than the Three 6, bitch please
[Hook (4x)]
[Verse 3: Lord
now
I'm just tryna get in than work my way out
I don't care who you came with
But you leaving with me for the rest of the night
It's over
Got good
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