Lyrics:
conversion. thats a first down kansas city . when im runn'n
Outta tyme i think its time to drop a bomb, man im runn'n outta tyme
I think its tyme to drop
seem to cause
drama. Ready for the war like a knight in my armor,
bomb ya. So quick to test us, nigga want to crash me, eat dust. For the
love
To the sideline to Von, he steps outta bounds
48 seconds left on the clock but every last one counts
Call another huddle, we're down by six
The plan is, to throw
keeping me outta touch, touch-touch
And I know that I'm losing my mind, mind-mind
But I'm still here after all trying, trying-trying yeah
I think that I'm
Shame on the Devil
I'm touched by an angel
The Lord made me special (special)
I've prayed for days like this (amen)
Mission complete, outta the mud
And bricks was gettin' shipped outta East L.A.
It's Brooklyn, where niggaz lives was tooken
Rich cats got knocked and they wallets was tooken
Fort Greene
outta line
Got a 40 pulled up to my waist
The other peace I need I couldn't find
[?] I could rewind it
Pain and hurt don't remind it
I'm fightin'
Man, what's up with these niggas out here
Mad at us cause we on top
I love to see niggas gettin' money
Better get it while the gettin' is good
lightning strikes longer than your career
I'm so arrogant motherfuckers you like that, yeah
In your Club making ruckus no momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown
I'm feelin extra extraordinary freaky
And i know you hoes want to roll with me
I shoot by the bar place my order
Big baller orderin all that damn
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
Somebody call the cops
For us to stop'll take all of they got
Uptown and the Bronx, my Squad is legends off of the block
(Terror Squad)
Deep in the borough
Universal as I stroll down the street
Africas's a bolling over flowing inside of me
I used to sport a curl made by Jerry
A Jerry curl
but as time
head niggas can't touch us
Seen it happen to the best
Clap to their death
I tell you no lies, you ask me, no questions
Look at my eyes, pupils are
See I was, born in sewage
Born to make bomb music
Flow tight like I was born Jewish
Used the streets as a conduit
I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's
touch us! That don't leave on crutches
Or worse! Get a ride in a hurse with their bodies covered!
It's gon' be a cold summer! Soon as the Hill drops
molly on me, Lude knew I just re'd up
Dib and dab in this some new designer
I just dib and dab with the semi-touch
We on the red carpet surrounded by
grands on the Louie luggage check the bags
Get outta line wit me partner I'ma check yo ass
Yeah, I'm fresh to death, so baby, check my swag
Check my swag,
environment
crush your corporations with a mild touch
trash your whole computer system and revert you to papyrus
I want to develop a super virus
Better by
the gang
You was never with us you could never hang
I done made 100 hits outta all the pain
Now I drop like bombs away yea I drop like bombs away
Everybody
a strong way
But I've been driven by attraction
Your body is bangin'
Baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy
Now tell me how you want it
the balance, watchin everything that we touch
But yeah I see the D stuck in the V-S-E-and-G truck
They watchin us, plan on knockin us, threw binoculars
on
24's
On krunk screamin, "Die bitch!"
Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin us a
fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put
It hurts but
It's all I want
The bomb goes off
On the mountain top
Fire burn us up
Take all that is not love
Leave only our
Souls untouched
Alien
No
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