Lyrics:
to be
Perfect, disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,
Six rivals spittin' fire this the real truth bitch, breaking down for
the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my
Just run up them digits (bands)
For all of them times we had to go sleep in the trenches
I'm from the Rock better keep you a glock
Lil nigga them
about rock'n'roll, that's censorship, dumb bitch
The Constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want Tip, your argument is weak
Censor
Giannas)
Flexin' every time I catch a play
Feel like Mike Thomas (Mike Thomas)
I'm tryna see you with your bands up
One hundred million by my lonely
I don't
(pussy)
Lil talkin' ass boy
Yeah, I am MR. S-o-s-a-g-b-e, didn't do good on my S.A.t
But I got the B-A-N-D-S (get off my deez nuts)
That is Glory Boy
fought for music and a rock 'n roll band
With feeling growing deep inside
He forgot to live their lives
He swore allegiance to rock 'n roll until he dies
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
a boss, I don't count paper I way it
And I don't place bets I lay it
And I don't kill niggas I "Okay" it
Grand Cru by the case load, Mike N Ikes
the band Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Follow down the road, we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do, it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my
'You're on the elevator
Jackass!' Isn't that irritating?
I tell you what to do god
I always like to see a lot of the old rock
'n roll bands pre-form
I Feel like I’m picachu I’m sparkin shit (Let’s get it poppin)
Ain’t no drive by bitch we Parkin it (Parkin it)
Hop out on a n***a if barkin shit
and scream in a rock 'n' roll band
From now on there'll be no compromising
Rock 'n' roll music is the best advertising
"Baby, I can help, you know I got
names
Kept that work on me
I jam like that trunk with four 12s
I can’t hold hands, no grown man
You gone grind yourself
I be throwing bands at hoes
how ironic the shooter rock red like a taki chip
Put 5.7s in a hockey stick
F*** a street light n**** I ain’t have a pot a piss
Turn ya block to ah
fine
Little Martha laughs all the time
As Skydog's devilish slide warms their wings
Time goes by in a blink of an eye
Rock n roll will never die
Even
hustle no more
But I would never say that no more
I got my mind right, money right, yeah
The pot's hot as the rock expands
It's the paper chasin' man
got a headache
First day I started sell rocks by the deli
Don't give em nothin', these thots gotta beg me
She want a baller, these bitches be thirsty
her glove
Could give a fuck 'bout your Glock
Or how much chain that you rock
(Not at all)
She'n want no man on the block
She wan' a man at the top
I'm a glam rock poet
Rock n roll romantic
Cowboy lonesome on the trail
I've got hopes and dreams
Goals and ambitions
And I ain't gonna fail
I'm
Rock-a-bye baby
V1
This Lil shotta roll up on me.. say he like da way I Rock up..
say dat he wan fuck ..well how much money you gone cough up..
U
That go to show this ass
Kicking ain't gon bother nigga
Cause it's right back where
You started nigga
Being a son of a Harlem nigga
Now you was made by
Come and take my hand
Let's escape the billiard room
Where we can hear our thoughts
You say that you're in a rock n roll band
Well so am I
What
I was born of nineteen fifty nine
That'll be the day rock'n'roll died
Far away on a dark and stormy night
Brought into the new decade
The sixties
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