Lyrics:
bring ya right to the top
Sir Vicious, Just-Ice, the gangster of hip-hop
Got a witness by my side, the truth to tell
You can ask B.I. Or my brother
question it
We gon' get the album done by the deadline
I'll talk to ya later, over and out brother
ain't got to get all extremely too personal on your albums
When you not surrounded by bigger artists to fucking boost you
Nigga you called me, I didn't
to war, beaker scores, they continue to fall
Corner stores, way to uphold all these wonderful laws
So much violence in the streets, ask the powers that be
EV''RYTHING PASS YOU BY, YOU'RE ONLY HERE ONCE
AND I'VE BEEN HERE LONGER THAN MOST OF YOU."
SO STOP AND TAKE THE TIME TO BUY THIS ALBUM,
SO I CAN PLANT ROSES
on the spoken word
Of The dopest lyrics I've ever heard
A symphonic connection
Intellectual collection
A melodic album of spiritual mixture
Rhythm and Blues Good
on the spoken word
Of The dopest lyrics I've ever heard
A symphonic connection
Intellectual collection
A melodic album of spiritual mixture
Rhythm and Blues Good
to go to school, when dad leaves I just sneak-by
And stay home just so I can be alone
Kate calls, Snowy too, I don't answer the phone
My brother's in
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
I got what you want, I got what you need
Rep chicks on the strip, rep thugs on the street
I got what you want, I got what you need
Rep chicks
shit? A joke?"
I'm thinkin', "Back to the drawing board, sirs"
Today it seems like a blur
Never deferred from being just who we were
Four brothers
going forward seems like retreat
As I rewrite rhyme after rhyme and throw away beats
Growing into my britches, outgrowing the streets
There's a thin
the soul up out em'
He going ghost and having out of bodies
I'm on a mission to hit Abu Dhabi
Back in the hood I'm in my brother's Audi
You in your mother's
that never really do none
I tell you where I come from, lost my brother to the streets
Got his spirit tatted on me, got that decade played on me
Don't
say them Tree Top niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Grape Street niggas gon' ride tonight
They say them Bounty Hunter niggas gon' ride tonight
They
brothers
We the dumb motherfuckers
Hardest niggas in the streets turned industry suckers
'Cause we refused to do the knowledge
Nigga, you can't learn
I got what you want i got what you need
Rep chicks on the strip
Rep thugs on the street i got what you want
I got what you need rep chicks
the corner with his moms
My uncle Trent stayed twenty minutes away so me, my brother and Verse
Was running through the streets of Miami grindin' seeing
them/
Boundaries,
Don’t call me brother
If I ain’t kend to them/
Morals,
What you do for clout when
They’re trending them?/
Legacy,
When it’s said
by and I was still searching for my spirit
I made this album hoping that I could feel it
I still be having flashbacks of me 12 years old in that
on the craziest wave, album's a classic and I hopped on the stage
Caught a few planes, my pen getting static those tiny lil rappers they better behave
I know they
Yeah, it's CMG the album, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
History
You ain't never seen this many gangsters in the same squad
You never seen this
nicknamed her Missy
She lives alone out in New Orleans, she always tells me she miss me
But such as life, this story's real, it's not a movie by Disney
through the debri of these towers, the rain, the sleet, the street showers
Don't get caught up when the street showers
When the guns rain, the clips pour,
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