Lyrics:
Firearms, and Freedom of Speech Committee.
Thank you dope fiends for your support. Ha ha.
(Beat starts)
see Murder
Let me give a shot out
gettin' it back
Taking a xan, take her a half
Love when she take it, lookin' me back
My money tall, stack it in racks
A week went by, I'm breakin' her back
Geeked, sleep
Neat, freak
We on that gang shit
Meet the 3
I do this shit by myself
Quarantine
Off the meds
Perky, lean
Weed, lean
Yeah that’s all I
Rippin' off all my chains and imma put an end to your reign
Water fallin' sky down
Look me in the eyeball
You might try to catch me
But you can't read my
niggaz broke and you cant wit to listen.
shh...shh.... i know you broke and you plotting against me.
we gotta get it by any means necessary , do the dash ,
off running towards the sky
I'll never know if they got hit
But there was nobody behind me when I split"
"I ran back home as fast as I could
No
right by my side
remind me of the time wen we was, up on the roof
blazin up on them leaves blowin back and forth, proceed
my homeboy smokin a big ol'
Yo, rhymes is rippin and the mic is passed to me
It was too young so they got me for statuatory
Don't take me for granted, punk, yeah, and think I'm
love
It's crazy, cause they really think they caught me slippin' and shit
I'm rippin' off the shoulders and legs and one in my head
haters stay lame
Won't stop until I hear the crowd screaming my name
Boy my image won't diminish
Even in my final minutes
Cook these haters in a skillet
rippin' the mic all apart
If your ass wasn't so full of that fart
Never would you have tasted me from the start
I'm trying to tell you hoe
Let me tell
the skillet, gas in the corn
Children worse off than the day they were born
Hey,hey,General, what time does this train get turned around?
Don’t tell me hold
these demons
who speak to me
in my slumber an
I answer
when I awake
But define
by my minds inner twine
line of what's right
can I find the hind
skillet, to all that shit you say you do (KI-KILL IT!!!)
You yappin? Irkin me and back slappin
You ain't no punchtop, it's you is the cappin (GUESS
steal it
Fry him on a skillet,
Did he really run away?
We wasn't even gonna kill him
He can't even ride my wave, hoe I get paid
He don't even know nobody
doors fold out
Don’t make me bring them folks out
We building our own poles now
Living by a code is how we always kept our foes out
Biggs say he got me so
mouth, yappin about like you miss me
Gotta understand, gotta over-stand after all these years I was always here
Brick by brick I'm healing I'm learning
God
celebrity
Double my figures by February
Stare at me heavily
Life is in jeopardy
Already killed yo ass mentally
Now it got physical
I am More lyrical
talking
everything
And let it get the best of me 'til I snap
But I need to get off the internet (get off the internet)
I need to get on the mic (get on the mic)
he'll point blank me
I don't buy it
If it's beef then I'ma fry it
I wont toss the skillet, I'ma hide it
I Had off his skillet just for trying
Crease God
Fuck it all up after I built it for so long
Take another measure as I be rippin the bong
Keeping up my game
I feel my heat on a roll
As I seen
light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You
38th is the spot where I'm rippin' the top
In my 68 Stang I got the bitches off
With the clean purple back and the real gold plates
And a case I'm
as he opened his mouth
We dropped him off, the fool went behind the fuckin' house
I didn't think shit about it but some minutes had to pass
Make me
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