Lyrics:
And even in a storm
We'll keep you warm
Hey crew
Yeah, Cap?
We gonna need a little scratch for the rap
Now Tone and Chasse
Yeah crew
i'll shoot ya With Ma 9milli bang bang i'll kill you and youre Crew thats the Last messege man this Song Takes youre live homey x2
When i Like can i
in me
For those who never seen Christ before
They'll see Him live in me Oohhh
And I bet they believe you
Bet they believe you now
When they see how you
anyway, what can I say?
Oh by the way, it's anybody 'kay?
So when you in LA, or nigga round my way
Give me a holler on the 310 or 213, yeah
out some Hen
This my dedication, my nigga 2Pac
And you can best believe -
That it won't stop, uh
You should've known that I'd be coming back
Especially
and say what's up sahob
[B-legit]
I take a slow beat, and bust a slow rhyme
You see the motherfucking dank will do it all the time
It gets me in
in the plan
I'm out to get grands and live on my own land
so why fuck with that help?
I'm livin' in wealth, you under his belt
hourglass
don't forget the Kuffa Gang
Who got the bluest chain, two Coupes movin' lanes
It's the Set baby, disrespect (disrespect)
We pull Tecs, live in the flesh
up in a dream
Hyper sized and sexualized
Subdued we end our lives
Set free we fly
Please don't idolize
Please don't ostracize
Just get by in life
You
you know...but uh
all i can do now is reminisce
(Verse One)
Look at my homeboy lying there dead in the street
His eyes wide open and it's fucking with
NutSackMan69
Especially here in public
Sex
Ok there is no need to be so violent
I will have sexual intercourse with you NutSackMan69
Anyways, I am going to end
like that movie, can't Get Out
Defund the police, Obama said he don't believe in that
In the country where you can't even jog while bein' black (I'm
died in World War II in the struggle against occupying Nazi forces and Fascism. Their pictures, some of them children, are etched into tiles in memory
respect
You gets no respect
And all you want is some hardcore sex
1, 2, 3, yes you know
4, 5, 6, 7 niggas in your hole
Back-to-back from the back, head
way you don't wanna see
What I do when I'm fighting for love fuck writing the stuff
I get it jumping without having a mic in the club
I hit hard like
for some closure
I can bring him closer
Spiritual, my spirit do no better
But I told him
"I can't sugarcoat the answer for you
This is how I feel:
If
you call on me
Apparently, you believe in me, you believe in me
Apparently, you believe in me and I thank you for it
Another day another rhyme ho
jails
In the cell, countin' days in this livin' black hell
Do you feel me? Keys to ignition, use at your discretion
Roll with a 12 gauge pump for
line ring
But I said baby girl that's work
And you both got something in common
Cah I love when you both do twerk
I got it out the mud rubble
Beef Boys
Beef Boys, round two
Let’s get it
Let’s get it
Yo DJ, drop that beat for me
Aye, aye
I buy and sell dogs
Complain, you a hog
Get lost in
to me rudely; cause I’m young rich and I’m black
and live in a movie, not living by rules
New rap patrollin the city, follow my crews
Bleek you’re still
on you
You can't rap, man, who the fuck signed you?
Like where they do that at? Like where the fuck did they find you?
I'll fine you, a couple pints
of fact I'm kinda hoping we can stay together
[Chorus: x2]
I see you dressed up in white face covered in Vail do I hear wedding bells?
My dogs throw
California
LaBella Puerto Rico, wherever the fuck you from
Know what I'm sayin? Yeah
This story takes place, back in the South Bronx
Where at the age
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