Lyrics:
and guns
Breathe
Spray guns, life results with you often times
[Tech N9ne]
Just sprayed by the Tech N9ne hand gun
Now I'm on the outrun
Flowin up
Keep moving, keep moving
Keep moving, keep moving
Yo from the brooklyn bridge to the woods of holly
I roll like tonto, houncho kimosabee
to bank, killed a cop wit high rank
They gave him life and now another cat is fuckin his wife
Just because I'm locked down don't mean the hustlin stop
the show
We'll have that one bitch from Letters to Cleo
(Granny!) That's it for now, I'm out this bitch
Ay yo Gangsta Funk, show em how you got rich!
I do this for my moms who carries this family on her back...
I killed your son
The only one you had to look up to because your man abandoned you
Keep moving, keep moving
Keep moving, keep moving
[BBJ]
Yo from the Brooklyn Bridge to the woods of Holly
I roll like Tonto, Houncho Kimosabee
carries a yearning for more
Four more gone under when four-fours spit fire
Inspired by two-fours and two-sixes ingested
On weekends, trends advertised
Yes, he made the album of 2012
(Just ask him
He'll tell you) But that was just the
Second biggest moment of Frank Ocean's year
Here, while wearing
Bad day with my bitch
Negativity on my phone is ridiculous
Limo shine up on the real Tech N9ne
They talkin' 'bout I'm the sickness
Comin' at that
on the header
I never wanted the fame And cheddar
Lord I just wanna forget her
I hate myself more than you could measure
Will I carry this pain forever
From birth
Hey yo must not sleep
I bash the bracket open and breach
The priority's bleached since that seventy-six umbilical severed
Majority's cordially
her
If you knew the gift of God
And who it is that is saying to you give me a drink
You would've asked Him and He would've given you living water
A modern day marvel
But terrible better horrible
When he grab the mic from son
He crushed up all his metacarpals
He said he ain't mean it totally by
(D-Block)
(Whole squad get it down like this)
(Crooked letter I)
(Whole squad)
(You can act stupid if you wanna)
(Whole squad get it down like this)
block cells
On Brooklyn blocks well
'Till they can't reach him like the top shelf
Cause every letter bound to hit em with a hot spell
On the dot,
her picture on his wall
Went half crazy now and then
He still loved her through it all
Hoping she'd come back again
Found love letters by his bed
Miami to Milwaukee just to switch the weather
Tryina find a rihanna I tell her kiss it better
And tell her man hang it up like he missing a letters
, hold him for ransom, uh, Murder
Yo yo, I get to droppin' it, this topic Is erogenous Sublogenous, Monogamous, my problem is I'm in The biz
Y'all just
demanded all kinda things
Corrupted buy the light, she could only see the green
Wanted kids so I can be there by any means
Let her tell it we were
Hanging round to unlock it
It'll be just right
Remind me of all of my
Sleepless nights
A porcelain doll
Adored by her lovers
But unused
She keeps under
to fuck
Ooh, go 'head, move that ass
Give a G a chance and let me clog the gap in ya pants
I can tell you a freak
By the way that you dance
Yeah, a AAA
trampled, caught flashin'
Wrap him in the maskin' tape, Jimmy Baskin
Murder was the case when the crowd break fool
Iron Mic Duel, held down by
be weary, watch for caution, yo be warned
By Dre and out the project born
Capable in any and every
Cause yo I get heavy, when introduced to a medly
comin' up cold
Talkin' down on my name and what it's all about
You niggas better be gettin' some cut and get my name out yo mouth
'Cause I dunno why you
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