Lyrics:
"The boys said to tell you hey"
And I was kicked back in his easy chair
Holding a fifth tapping the barrel
Of a fresh cleaned steel blue polished up .38
county
Fuckin' bitches that's a ?
They call me that boy Nutty
Ain't no nigga finna clown me
Shit, I haul off and kidnap yo whole family
Strap up
select, and now our shit is bumpin' loud.
Firing Squad, back on the case.
To school ya, turnin' more boys to men than the great Luke Dubra.
BOOYAH! Do
and shackles and chains
Bozzy be back
Flex up on a little just to show 'em where we at, wait, aye
Snotty in fact, eagles in the sky
Jesus got us
hits, but this ain't that
You ain't been around the fiends to tell me this ain't crack
Now the room smells fishy like the cling don't wrap
Man, you
mind
Runnin thru my mind I'm
Only stopping for dro
I'm in yo city hit my celly
Tell that bitch I'm a goat
I tried to tell 'em as a
Youngin I'd be
L.A. make these pounds take flight
My friends locked up, all this time goes by
And I tell 'em to just wait on it (wait on it)
Join my table, there's
like gills
You ain't eaten till your money on the millz
Don't ask where im from you can
Tell by my face tats
Go against the gang we gone
Leave that
Sally
By the seashores, I sold shells to the catties (who did it?)
Me and akh done it twice, we're pending on a triple (verb)
Xrp, we're tryna let
Proceeded to propel like a helicopter
Yeah, we been givin' 'em hell, no other options
Livin' by the code, the eternal doctrine
Goin' for the gold 'til
can see just by the smell
Like a ship from Little Sicily, my niggas got the shells
Give 'em hell, make a trigger start singing off like Adele
Hot
Seems like a heavy load
Anti-depressants lessen episodes
While the West End boys in their hand-me-down clothes
Brag about fights under high street
mind
Give this boy a beautiful view
And tell him, "Without fear, now"
I never questioned
I was acceptin'
Until she stepped in, movin' like
just had some shit on my mind
Yeah
Laughing to myself thinking about it all
I'm amused by seeing platinum plaques on the wall
Niggas wanna talk, I just
cholesterol ·
best of all, I'm blessed to call God my father, I got arrested, y'all ·
Let me tell you how it happened · check it, y'all ·
Though I'm tough like
We walk with the dead (below zero)
We keep 'em on ice (below zero)
You heard what he said (off with his head)
Guillotine rap, yeah the killer team's
day then we pose for the nice lens
Seat up (ha)
Tell 'em pull the beat up (pull the beat up)
Turn a Cole summer to a heater (to a haa)
Always been
Tony
Macaroni on these low self esteem bitches then I pass 'em to my homies
I'm everything these other boys used to be
I can tell by her face she ain't
World freestyle, tell 'em niggas don't play with me, Za
That's sixty bars, that sixty thousand (yeah, King Rollins)
Another twenty for the pendant
answers man, think
We're far below standards
Don't tell me anger won't help us
You told me the cancer would shrink
We need a shrink
We just see boys
The Last Poets - updated by Ethan]
I love niggas, because niggas are me. And I should only love that which is me. I love that you niggas go
I bet you didn't know that we would come with this
Hip-hop with a twist
Hey DJ you better make 'em dance to this
Turn it up turn it up, put down
roll up freshen up at a food concession
Can't talk to strangers
I wanna ask em questions
Saw a woman cryin'
Boy face the fence
I don't wanna go
shit
'Cause I done been shot at by many men
They had hope but he died in a ambulance
They was shook when I hopped out that minivan
Had those boys
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