Lyrics:
of emcees
That make these rap niggaz sound like they swangin' from trees
Everythang from brain food to puttin' broads on they knees
We do it all for the love
[chorus]
[kon artis]
You studies wanna job like assets
Rough is ready to start teaching niggas
In ass whippin' classes
Breaking glasses
Damage crews by
bass we order oysters
Black De-Vosses, four door porsches
Humidors more moisture, no moissanites
Breitlings, Hublots, watchmen
Essentially no diamonds
knahtalkinbout?
You ready?
I'm ready, baby
Turn my headphones up
Hear it go
[Verse:]
I'm back to the bone, it feel like I'm the best and they cannot contest when
the block kid counterattack
Don of mine stay connect 4th Disciple trife
Ain't nuthin ice cream, kid you get blown like steam
Park Hill Projects,
check, I'ma dig that (skrrt-skrrt-skrrt)
Opps out, shoot up the block with a four (grrah-grrah)
Babai strip from the top to your toes
Bend down we
[Chorus]
I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama girl I promise
I'ma make that up
I know you sick of all these bitches
Wit deze rumors
three for three, four by thе time you hearing this, uh
And I'm blessed to hit record and pour my heart in these songs
Till the right one hear it then
through these devious ears
Yeah
[Deacon the Villian]
As Summer's heatwaves ascended in it's splendid manner
Green was flooding our scene, although
[P.P.] Stronghold overthrow the whole fuckin underground
[I.T.] Secretly run, by commercial motherfuckers now
[S.S.] So while you little step-and-fetch
their mark
And run around this world like it's Raceway Park
Crash and start, front, chased by NARC's
Five deep, smokin' four blunts, it ain't shit,
Cast in other grey
Trapped in hyperspace
Motionless we stay
Still we climb these ceilings, walls and trees
And we can't stop clinging on our
with a deathly eye The stars looked down to watch a child die But as the horse reared up to crush his tiny bones Its heart grew cold, cold as river
really urging me to stall
but am I more of a Christian locked inside these four walls
God, was I snatched from death to now live like a hermit
if this is
of senior year!
And, uh, I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself
What happened?
Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser!
of senior year!
And, uh, I look around at these kids that I've known all my life and I ask myself
What happened?
Freak! Slut! Burnout! Bug-eyes! Poser!
beat is gila
Gilazi yeah
You know my stzeez
Stzep to the ladies
Bounce with me
Now you want to get these
Too Phat got you hollerin'
The ones hip hoppers
I know we can work things out, baby you have my heart wit doubt
Baby you know u my queen, u my partner in my crime
N u know that, u my back bone, n
praise due
May god bless ya
Santorini Greece by Rozay
Then roll the pressure
Nigga please
Why you have the
A-U-D-A-C-I-T-Y
To compare G-T
To these man
juked by Clapz and Dappz
And have blood all over their VV's
In a dance all I put on a Henny
Jab tapped me like look at this beanie
Two dum dums get put
love fuckin' freaky hoes
Hit her on camera
Told that bitch to do a freaky pose
Dawg touched me and got fired on by Micke
Doggy bone pieces ain't hittin'
of
My heart but I’m onto her boyfriend, no cap
In the T but I should be on tour though
In T, oh, I put B in my jaw bone
Four wounds ain’t enough, give him
a picture bitch I'll photobomb you with the C4
My team raw
Couldn't be caught by the marine corp
In hindsight
I fight time with
Rhymes that my mind write
Some of these niggas can't wait to show their pussyhole
Most of the hardest niggas be softer than some cookie dough
Easy ass niggas with the rookie
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