Lyrics:
on these missions, little niggas listen
Survived the drive by but they gave you the shakes
Know you tellin', nigga, they played us the tapes
Screamin'
Bone bone bone bone bone bone bone bone
So tell me what you're gonna do
When there ain't nowhere 2 run
When judgment comes 4 you
(when
These niggas don't beez in the trap
They like bees in this track
Just smoked out
I ain't talking 'bout what you toke out
Get choked out fo'rilly
Park off Fulton and 4th
And I've never felt less alone
Just a block from the home I've outgrown
Five feet and forty years to the right from where dad
surrounded by crooks
[Young Buck]
There once was some niggas that tried to murder me
I hit em up, put em in plastic surgery
This 4-5 has made a lot
at the subtalar joint, the calcaneus, the largest bone of the foot, is cushioned underneath by a layer of fat.
The five irregular bones of the midfoot,
The name is Krayzie, big bad ass bone,
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole,
Along with some cash I even took the mayor's daughter,
Now that
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
much blood, these bitch niggas in they periods
They say I be living the role, like 'Pac in Juice
And only fuck with cute bitches that get fly and boost
chains I could spot biters for acres
Now be gracious, these minstools turn a bully's psycho civil
By dissolving the candy coated image down to the pixels
round of woe
And feeling sorry again
That type of C4 misery
Blow it up
Let's just start over again
I swear I'm gonna be the death of me
These vacant eyes
scared (north side)
I ain't never scared (south side)
I ain't never scared (east side)
I ain't never scared (west side)
I got a hot 4 fever, call
bet we got some
Bustas discuss us, niggas poppin' all the Ying-Yang
Still the Dogg Pound Gang (DPG, Man)
Beats still funky, Beats by the Pound in
more sold out to the bone
Im too old now to run these streets down
Too young to hole up in my home
Meet me halfway
Meet me halfway
For all the ones
catch me on tha interstate (I10)
actin bad, ho's hollin there he go
who? Boosie bad ass
and these fools know i keep that thang
that go that yard spinnin'
and bones
Let it verborate, loud as KRS when he flows
Let the verb rebate, moving while the pavement grows
Surrounded by caveman flows while the legends lay
And tonight I'll cry
Through these heavy
Swollen bagged eyes
Defeat is ugly as ugly as me
Troubled thoughts
Overloaded by fear
Four walls and a ceiling
The end has begun
And these are the terms
For our destruction
And these are their terms
The end that was now
A cruel touch of fate
End times, now prepare
These are last words of a hanging slave
How could I forget this
I rob you, put you on my hit list
Under my nails are dirty look at the grime
My
a good deal with these Firestones
I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers
For the buyers chromosomes I got summers
I got vicadens, valiums I ain't
We're a step back from evolution
But when life hands you lemons you make do
Four thousand years of living in fear but nothing held us back here
These
Thug Queen the horse
stealer
[Krazie Bone]
Then why the hell is you hidin them bushes
[Thug Queen]
I'm wanted in four counties
For armed robberies
Google lens my chick
Clones
With no bone to pick
They just on a boy bone
Itu0027s sick
Iu0027m prone to get
Provolone
And dip
Form the next wave
These
Coming from the ghetto there's no future for the poor
Where the cops don't care if a bullet hits a bone
Where's there's unemployment and no work
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