Lyrics:
[Chorus]
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't
With flows older than the first sold cold soda
Grow more for my bros those rojo soldiers
Them cincos are at it again, blow doja
I am like Iron Mike,
still here, not afraid cracks is made, stacks is made
A G'll get you gats to spray
At my man's funeral it's like know body cared
But when police get
never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets
We rock this
Slap you wit' the mo
Young g we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
Cause we family for better or worse, you and I
From the dirt, you
drown
Chorus
(Koopsta Knicca)
Too dim not today
Now the koopstas off the streets
Only real G's close to me
He's (?)
People sayin' folks
Tryin' to take
I run the streets she's a G bitch
Chorus (2x)
Niggas is babies with bottles and rattles
The street lights is on, it's your curfew, ske-daddle
That all you got G? You comin' up short
You ain't got
wild trying to rearrange other artist's
Street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail enter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause
never
Post the notes of exotics
Take you back to the tropics
'Cuz you led on a tour by the three black prophets
We rock this
Slap you wit' the mo
killer notes
Silence never spoke violence
Keep quiet while you wildin'
Tryin' to live the Island
Nonsense is never callin'
Eighty G's behind him
Still
All he want to be a No Limit soldier
All he want to be a soldier a soldier
All he want to be a No Limit soldier
All he want to be a soldier like me
or shut up, or get routed!
I'm from the streets and I hang with killers
I make music by the ghetto for the thugs and killers
Wodie respect my hood,
Uh, they call me G H E T T O, nigga
Uh, uh, I'm back on that bullshit
Ha, ha, who could fuck around? Huh? Uh
I bet you look at things from
running wild trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail interchart movement.
Although no one knows the exact 'cause
lords
Pitchforks and five stars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico !
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love
Slow down cause I can't take the heat, slow down
(Slow down baby, slow down baby)
It's wicked in these streets
Slow down, cause I can't take
trying to rearrange other artist
Street dates, in fear of a wipe out in retail inter chart movement
Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album
where the punch will go
Until ya A G-A-T that's known as a flow
I'm makin a point but it's a point that I'm makin'
Like, see, I'm hatin the fakin I
a bitch trip
She down to boot her for free
My little mama go to work everyday
I run the streets she's a G bitch
If she ain't a gangsta bitch
Then I
our youth is gettin' murdered by
the D.A. says they got me on a felony
I'm tryin' to live my life, so what the fuck is you tellin' me?
The streets
warned them now they surely scared of us
seriously we party stay out the streets or face the territory
cowards of the hour sickened by my tower
g
Time is a thief, I'm leaning over
Lose composure
I'm just thankful my big homie sober
Had to learn don't measure life by pain
Hopping off the stage
Because we got the streets suckas
Can you dig it???
I want to get right to the point
He's here
"He's unique, he's unconquerable."
(Repeated)
MC Ren,
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