Lyrics:
it's dumped on your parade
This type of monsoon'll cover Russia
Hear the rumbling round the bay
When I'm coming out the gate and I bust through
Than
punk ass nigga I'll be back, geah
You fucked up when you tried to blast on this trigger
Nigga then you smoke my ass with the
Fuckin blood runnin down my
for a Margarita"
I said "we don't do fancy drinks"
He said "no the pizza you daft mare"
((Ark at 'ee))
Lost for words I was
OI
Get out 'ere
I see you no
tears when you cry
I'm the lightning in bad weather!
I'm that dick in the picture on yo girlfriends dresser
I ain't no ho, I ain't no punk, I
the punk's back. Raisin' Cain, feel no
pain as I penetrate. Nigga five deep as I strike at a quick pace. I got the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
No punks round here
Don't test fool
We real round here
Check the wrap sheet
We bout that
No front all facts
Wanna push your luck
I'll hit you up
You
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
shit, the old bitch sucked a damn good dick
Put them legs up high she couldn't handle it
I'm not a no good punk, I coulda macked your mother
But Life
from the start and
I piss-mark spots like Pits at your apartment
Heartless thick like daft, terrific arse thicc
Bring ‘em round the yard and fuck ‘em up
They were the scourge O' The Hebrides and feared by mortal men
They've chased many a man they say out of a Heiland glen
But one thing that's for sure
And surprising you
Bitch 'cause I ain't dead yet
Time to get lethal finish 'em
All in the first round, no sequel
I rush em down beat 'em down
Don't ask me what
I'm down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
them birds
Ya heard me
Can't a mothafuka serve me
I still hold the title
Reposessed it from some of my
Greatest idols
You punk ass bitches is
haired feller singing about suicide
I said, "Jim, this ain't our kind of place
He said, "Well, let's just have one round anyway"
So against my better
I ain't get it out the mud it came from solid concrete
The curb was for the punks so i was was always in the streets
Chunkin big B's up making money
round n round
Offer me no daps and pounds
Since we can’t trust no clowns
I can not do no fakes, so bums is not Allowed
We screaming fuck the ops, Late
a would buy her a house...
A hope ye can hear it now...
Never again will I back down...
A just wanna make ma home town proud...
A told ma mother a would buy
a man
When I met Ann, I soked her pans
We ended up freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me
be ignored!
The force of course that makes Run the boss
so get lost because I just toss a punk
Make way today and if I may I say
I make pay with
[Star]
Trifled disciple, arch rival reppin with weapons that homicidal
Star leaves you marked from the start like tribal scars
(Allah punk) I
on
Let the cries out
Wave a whole chicken by his
Legs near the crotch smells
Sweating bullets in the tip
Blow torching his flesh
I seen his face melt
Drip
a forty, suck a forty guess who's back?
You're chilling with a titty feelin' villain
Stepping to the puny puddy punks catching fillings
I hit so many
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