Lyrics:
I'm smokin by the big screen
And changin the channel looks like I'm playin the game boy
I know the watch botherin ya vision
But reach and I'll put
feel us strapped in the bed,
Strapped pickin up the kids in the realest, the realest, the realest.
This is what it sounds like (this is
What it
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
as the dead man walkin',
But reflections show this kid's still got it
Better be known I got the throne like I don't know that there's a king
Never grew up
ass was Amazonian
Dab by the slab, got you feeling like it's opium
Xo, bad hoes they call me Diablo Esco
Unless it's money me no hablo
Still wish I
justice
Fuck the police and all the courts same way they fucked us
And why the hell am I locked in jail
They let them white boys free
We be shocked
I'm bombing bastards
Forever after us
Carrying an equation
It's like I'm Asian
You heard fantastic
We cross the Atlantic
They say I'm not
Kumbaya,
Bombaye,
Come by, play,
Spun by Drizz,
Beyblade fate
Bun in spliff,
Safe no way,
Amazing grace,
I’ll son this kid,
The kid’s my babe,
The kid’s
we reign till it floods like the Jordan
Long may we reign whence Jerusalems fallen
Long live the children abandoned by family
Love live the strippers
one mic (one mic)
I know you can see
I'm not a rapper
But there's some dudes that are just like me
Every time you took a picture with you and your
straight out the seal
I don't care, it's wherever we see him
Pussy boy better hide in the crib
I don't care if he out with his kid
'Cause he ain't 'posed
by, big bro ridin' then he see the guys (Lord)
Left his little brother on the side, bleeding from the side
He seein' red, it's like he's bleeding
when they rubbing your chest
Pincher i treat all beef tender
No shook ones around here son
You like Michael Jay Fox when
Them bad boys come
Not Will
the dice games up
Moms smoke, kids can't chase the ice cream truck
Girls fighting over rope, the young boys hype things up
Niggas fighting over coke,
in the sky and you started to cuss,
But then you prayed to God that you could be like us.
Then God was great and God was true
And he tried to show
mistaken raps'll
Guarantee you look like a slob
I got more rhymes than kids got the measles
You shooting needles
We are bigger than The Beatles
I crush, hush
paused, remorseful
We been partners since public school
Kids ain't supposed to die before us
As a parent, it's apparent, ain't no parents
Seeing stops
at my crib
Only thing is, we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
"Shit, oh, Dre, wait a minute, that's it
paid, blow up like the World Trade
Born sinner, the opposite of a winner
Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner
Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid
(makin' us mad)
Then say y'all don't know why we mad (know why we mad)
So we start actin' like we don't care
'Cause y'all niggas be takin' us there
thinkin' a tad bigger
You niggas talk fly, only fly at your last picture
And you look like the last picture
I just hit a home run, on clash with us
paused, remorseful
We been partners since public school
Kids ain't supposed to die before us
As a parent, it's apparent, ain't no parents
Seeing stops
You lying
You trying and lying, you boys ain't supplying
I pitch like Nolan Ryan, got cocaina flying
My partners sick up kids, they take what they
Oh shit!
Oh, I need that
I need that sloppy
That sloppy
Like a Chevy in quicksand
That sloppy
This feelin' is unmatched
This feelin' is
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