Lyrics:
of the arnage
Even as a youth I was laudering the stoop
Underneath the nose, and the Feds had no clue
I was pushing keys in a V with no roof
Rich, black, two big
a gritty fiend for,
Money, power, respect, get it by any means uh,
New Yorker, slick talker, walk like a brick flipper,
Decimal doctor, multiply to get
the whole world after me
catastrophe among us, fatal tragedy
Mafiosa, murder one mind
black toaster, low composure
twin Glocks in 2 holsters
we mobb
dirty dish rag, you
You couldn't fit my twos
Not even my kids tap shoes
Kenny Wayne Shepard
Blue on black
That's a big ass bruise
I'm this good at rap
got two much on my mind to be defined by all this mess
Got this herb
Got these tabs to help manage all this stress
Like who don't know the kid?
I feel
the same old two step
While Omegas doin' the same old Q step
I had my money on my mind
I was thinkin' green
She a pledge, AKA, she was pink and green
I want
down the road, got hit by a car
Crawled to the curb blue like avatar
Blue like the merc in sean pauls vid
Terrorizing the beat lets blow up a bridge
a sword tucked sharp inside your personal
We can bust a shot or we can bust a verse or two
[Bobby Digital]
Word's on the street Dunn Dunn
hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
Atl & tennessee, I'm right up the street
In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean paul said we gon'
know me and shordy popping out
I told her I ain't shit can't love a bitch and this hoe still caught feelings
PT big ass fuck don't hit me up less you
beep beep I am not you
3peat ina 3 week
I need 3 rings but I can buy 2
Check da pc get no pt
I'm on preheat cause I cannot cool
Was in pe wi no clean
One little, two little, three little indie rap
Headphones, backpack, watch 'em all
It goes watch out!
Jack the Ripper, Jack Jack the Ripper
on the plan
Step by step
Day by day
Yea, My house is full
Can you peep the poker face
Yea, I'm not about to play
I gotta win the game
Livelihood at stake
Big
rollin', lil larger
In the parking lot of Sonics, get to it on the Chronic
OR At Bay Street, Blues Cheifing them up by the twos
Rollin' with my big sister,
put up our own coin
Wo 2 by 4 rap no wode p3 record deal boi
Its a marathon a lot of these niggas pulling groins
The clique in sync, we killing with ink
I write might be about you, son they shook *
[*vocal interpolation of Mobb Deep - "Shook Ones Pt. II"]
(chorus with varations till fade)
[fan]
Oh..
melon in now
With a pistol so big yo it could lift
A hippo and knock an elephant down
Akh, I punch a lot, I'm tellin' you now
And that fake-ass ice that
B.I.G, look
The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no
a step
I can make a hundred thousand just sitting by the steps
I can count a hundred thousand with my feet in the chair
I can pull the baddest broad in
Zone out, with Sean Combs and bizzy-bone out (I see you in the club)
And by one, I'm gettin' thrown out
Mami, got her toes out, ain't one army can
Ayo one, one, two, two, two
It's after midnight, rocking Midnight Studios
Fuck her raw, got my wrist right
Brick-white Patek, spray jager, put
i ain't in trouble amethyst big stone eternity want leave my finger alone eight 80 ate not a lot of money big trillion 48 point on 2 one
Chorus
Chain bright like the lights of Budapest
All I know I wont be glued to desks
No 9-5’s rather move the wet
Time don’t wait I copped two
need be)
because I seek only you,
you and only you.
Once I saw the setting sun facing the red, red moon 'cross the big, big sky
made small by them
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