Lyrics:
of death
My niggas, we the last ones left, but life goes on
How many brothers fell victim to the streets?
Rest in peace, young nigga, there's a heaven for
so my soul
is a threat to all mankind. Born to kill, I'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. A
30.06
picked
When the clouds were enshrouded
And I'm out with my face in the shallow end, drownin' again
I could drown you with a shallow soul
Shallow
cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
Forced by my
real I can't even explain
Ima talk for the block the
Block speakin in pain
People walkin on my face
Drug dealers in vain
Cars drivin on my heart, people
the ice on my neck
They wanna throw a bag on a
Price on my head, got a price on my head
Night when I rest, with a knife by my bed
I'm so paranoid,
It's a cold, cold world and I'm just livin' in it
Gotta watch that V because they spinning in it
I cant let them take my soul so I'ma bang my pole
soul is iffy
Little bro caught a body then sold the blicky
Uh, shout out to Ron thats my bro
If you not gonna shoot what that pole for
I got Kee in a cut
friends
I put the rest to sleep
Don't go test the heat like a Fireman
The iron in my pants, Heavy hand like a frying pan
Bad times inspire these grams
tender
Deteriorating my loins with liquor
Looking for joy
I put my soul on a platter, enjoy
I do this for the regular people
Who out the in crowd
Make it
side always, I rebel against the true system
A young man givin' old wisdom, over soul witness
I try to stay out of drama, give my life
side always, I rebel against the true system
A young man givin' old wisdom, over soul witness
I try to stay out of drama, give my life
burn your hand
I'm a real life Untouchable
I run the show, I run the show
Sell anything but my soul
And I'm prayin' that the only cuffs
That touch
I'ma come down, hustling rocks on my block
Cause they gone pay, gonna make my feddi
Keep the beat steady drop
Your drop on the belly
Make your trunk
I'ma come down, hustling rocks on my block
Cause they gone pay, gonna make my feddi
Keep the beat steady drop
Your drop on the belly
Make your trunk
O-town, Too Short's in the motherfuckin' house
My man from the East coast, Busy Bee
The Nigga from my block
King Ronny Ron, D-Dougs, and my man Stretch
using my dick cause I'm slick with a fly bitch
And Rappin' ass Ron is my psychopath sidekick
Two hard head niggas, yeah we advocate violence
Talking
They don't know the shit that I been thru
Don't know the shit that I
Rest In Peace my niggas I'm like Lord why did my niggas die
They don't know
the fame (Fame) The notoriety
To be well-known (Well-known) in this society
To have everybody eyeing me
'Cause when I rise up my block mane
My cost is
die
Only time my mind get to rest at ease
May my soul rest in peace
But for now
I'm staying up
Rolling blunts
Count that cheese
Get a block push these
this act, and my whole soul is in it'.
My whole soul is in it today, on this January day. My whole soul is in this. Bringing America together, uniting
trappers knew my number off by heart
And rest in peace to Virgil, I still Off-White hard
When you grind how I grind, it's a matter of time, it's not by
Bell shot 50 times they thought they'd get away
This is my hood
Q-U-E-E-N-S
From Sunny Side to the Gardens
Elmhurst and all the rest
Italian Ices' crazy
No, No, No (Remix)
Jae Millz, Cam'ron, T.I
(Jae Millz)
Yea . . . you know we had to do this right here
All hoods, stand up
All rude bwoys
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