Lyrics:
and his bitch
Don't know how you can't get that shit
Real nigga never switch
'bout my money fuck a bitch
Vice Lords, Folks with Bloods and Crips
Don't know
to rock Balenciaga, I don't fuck with pedophiles
How the fuck is y'all my twins when I was born a only child?
I'm a real rager, man this shit is not no
the rock rock
The sound sets the city on fire
Blazing
Camden's in flame
But it ain't burning
I love London
I love rock 'n' roll
The Tube gets wild
The rhythm
I'm walking up you be tucking your chain
We out for blood I be making it rain
Keep talking shit you'll get hit with the blade
Pick up a brick I ain't
NARC's on a nigga back missin me by inches
And they say how do you survive, weighin one-fifty-five
in the city where the little niggaz die
Tell mama
and Rock N Roll
When I am Possessed by that Black Soul
On the way I go with the Infernal Wolf
On the road the Flames Burn the Possers and “Fakes”
And with
(Bong rips)
So much love in my city
Gimme my roses, I shed blood in my city
My folks they either call me RZA or diddy
Cause I'm in the field boy I'm
gotcha boy.
Do that dance dance dance.
Come to Magic City with me.
[Verse 3:Laze]
One minute, two minute, three minute, four,
She dancin' for me now,
to your Knees
Don't be a victim Kid
Laying in the wake of a jack Knife skid
Stop drop and roll
Blood money for the debt toll
Vultures circle everything
hundred, had a bomb smoke that's real
I hate see the homies pass by, they creep inside
Lettin niggaz know that this the see-SIIDE! (yeah)
{*with singer
I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences
NARC's on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighin'
I'm hittin' fences
Cops on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die
“soon his flame will got a blow”
But I will write and sign in the sky
“I’m renewing rock and roll”
Written by Saulo Ol. S.
not them
Quoting stats on Sachel Page
Judging by the sudden loss of blood
While sleeping on your rooftop house floods
I built this house to float in
time I said it with TDE mothafucka
I'll make you eat every letter
Spoonfeed you niggas like toddlers, from the city of Impalas
When shot callers take
to Colorado
Meet some girl who knows the breeds of rocks
Play the spoons in a street music ensemble with her and her old man and her twin flame and a fella name
cookin' the feets, about three in the mornin', bruh
Cause I gotta have it past six to catch the mornin' rush
I bet I'm gettin' dough, it's jumbo with
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I
filthy blood drain.
Dark astral sigils brand their bruised backs with eyes disembodied,
Enshroud them in black.
Moaning, defeated, mere inches from
just might be in your hood
Causin' havoc with my bros, and instill all to the good
Horse and carriage when I roll, it's sober hopin' so it's 'stood
I'm
the fix
The city the grind low ranks on the lookout
The blue ride by smoke a pig like a cookout
Cumulate the criminals
Subtract um' by the church goers
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
semi-auto with lead
I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns
Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, livin' harshly
Beat up and battered
They
(Rock)
Nigga, Quelo got shot (Bah)
Nigga, CP3 got shot (Bah)
Ayy, Greenlight got popped (Bah)
Ayy, the city know how we rock (Rock)
Ayy, 6 Block on top
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