Lyrics:
this statement
It's not about East or West
It's about n****z and b****es
Power and money, riders and punks
Which side are you on?
Gun c***ed, six
Language and wasn't sign
Common knowledge
Know the street lights gon hit Like a quarter to 9
Preach
Bottles of rose
For the function it's bel air rose
the street, your heart skips a beat
Beef? N**** overcook that meat
Get no sleep, only rest is in between the blink
My life story was written in blood,
[Repeat: x8]
What they really want
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
dream
But just move smart keep ya head on ya shoulders
Your work ethic is way better than others,
You know I love you my n****
It's so complex
I come
Deja Vu, she be in my dreams like its me 'n you
And I thought that I needed you, but I'm better off all by myself
'Cause I'm on the road, makin' all this
far.
Hemmingway was smoother,
More debonaire and fun,
But he would say her repartee,
Was meaner than a gun.
Chorus:
And a rose...
A rose is a rose is
no one Lord
When I couldn't find jack in no ones cards
Ms. Cita I remember goin' in your gun drawer
Puttin' it to my chest and missin' my heart by
the be-O-N-E see-Town to the D-Town Its a Midwest thang we let em hang to the grees-ound Smokin trees by the P's-ound Blowing big with my niggas, muthafuckas
nut'n nah gwan (true)
Di next minute (wah?)
Police a come, run
Kick a fence wid a speed like lightning, siren frightening
Nah gi' no chance fi di
Root rose above it so I can,
Sit back n laugh, relax
With a spliff in my hand,
Pour it in the sand for the mans
We just tryna stack a hundred grand
and sniffers
Take me for example, least I made it
You think nigga's in the hood should appreciate it
By time it's happy birthday its gon' be belated
Overdosing off the dope
Comatosin' on the low
Keep my hands on some coke
Like guns n' roses, rock n' roll
The guns we tote is not for show
Welcome
Broken Dreams
Broken Dreams
Crosti Cash
Sto co Frodo
In tha street
Tutto il mondo vs me
Crosti Cash
Sto co Frodo
In tha street
Tutto il mondo vs me
you gangbanging let me see credentials
And when I pull this gun out you know how this go
Started with a dollar and a dream!
(Look at me now, look at me
thought I'd have an audience
Making music was a stretch for me like an accordion
They thought I would perish during hip-hop's calamity
But instead I rose
The best place around
To catch that stupid with his flare gun
Before he burned it to the grounda
No Smoke No Fire No Smoke No Fire
bodies with shells and leave n****z
With a story to tell, uh-huh
Listen up I got a story to tell
On the streets we got guns and drugs for sale
Cause
Outta one came many, Electric Man runnin through the Electric City
Ruled and govern by electricity, it's like a dream
Our superiors are pathetic
You get caught slippin', get blood in the streets (More 4x)
Even if you're packin' yours
Lost souls perform fo'-fo's
why-O-you-N-G, N-O-be -L-E
Mash
shine I'm the one
On the east I'm in tuned see revolution
Celebrate give me Rose's I wont die by the gun
Celebrate give me Rose's been tough on the lung
(Intro) Tech N9ne:
But the cattle had no idea when entering the slaughterhouse that they would never return.
So they went while the other's watch
gold bones
What the f-ck you boys want
Roll on you like a joint
Talk behind a n-gga back but muthaf-cka don't you point
[Pharrell]
KFC by the bucket,
goal for the year, hit fifty thousand
All of this sauce on me, n****s is drowning
Black and white Beamer I call that designer
Dream about the days we
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