Lyrics:
the zone
Whilst the exams were cancelled I began to cry
How will I'll be graded when there's time to fly by
It turns out to be the teachers that will do
Dirty little basterd I come from the mud
Can't turn my back on the ones that I love
This here my family don't mean that we blood
Blood than been
myself for real I can't get caught up in these streets
Cuz Dejon, Juiceman and Lana and baby cuz look up to me
But this shit deep, take a risk by any
around with my head down ,
Nigga shot my mama sometimes i'ont know who I am ,
I really be mobbing by myself
Know GOD with me you can't see him.
and
I be up
the poor to get by
We all see it happen can't do nothing turn a blind eye
Makes me so sick of living lit the blunt to get my head right
I'm ought to break
Okay?
I want you to give me your best table.
Okay, the best table Know what I'm sayin'?
By the window over the view and shit Alright?
And also I need
spit is quite fire
Villain by default I got accosted by the crime-fighters
Make a hater feel like life’s a lie when I display the skill
May not know
of your reflection
I’m coming for your most prized possession
Turn that fire you built into a weapon to change your complexion it’s so refreshing
chip
gauge, buckshots come from every way
Got em lost in tha maze betta yet I see you dazed
Be amazed by tha power I possess, that I stress
Turn tha S to a P
OF THE FEARLESS FOUR
Featuring DLB, Tito, and Mike see
And Peso -- hah, and we won't S-T-O-P
Cause see we'll tell ya from the top that our crew won't stop
SO
killed by me
The T-O-P, D-O-G, or my nigga Mr. S-T-are-A-N-G
Some of ya niggas be tryin' to pull the trigga
But I figure, I could bust that ass just
Will I become immortal and make you a graffiti R.I.P. mural
Complete with artist rendering on how you used to be proving you're mortal
Surrendering
OF THE FEARLESS FOUR
Featuring DLB, Tito, and Mike see
And Peso -- hah, and we won't S-T-O-P
Cause see we'll tell ya from the top that our crew won't stop
SO
I'm sayin'?
H.C.P we fixin' to rock this, we did it again, you know what I'm sayin'?
[Crunchy Blac]
Let me tell you a lil' somethin' real
Around
tryin to hit you on the phone
to let you know that it's hot as cole
all around the globe
tippi toes what I'm flickin on
passin by these hoe like
OF THE FEARLESS FOUR
Featuring DLB, Tito, and Mike see
And Peso -- hah, and we won't S-T-O-P
Cause see we'll tell ya from the top that our crew won't stop
SO
"I remember when Justin was around three, we were at a church concert
After watching one of the performances
I turned away for a moment, when I
a click lacin niggaz like the P-O double S-E
*(Chorus)*
Verse 3 *(Hitman)*
Let's say for instance, you're a distance
An you all by yo self, tell me how
know 'bout me
I ain't gotta push nothin', they gon' know I'm P
Big one eleven Walk, nigga, know 'bout he
And the hoes love me, they gon' go where I be
a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in
styling my contribution to
The whole shebang ain't that something?
A yearling rearing by steady
Hand of craft campaign in these dreary days
Where flat out
of your hand
And all you can do is turn
Around and diss your man
That's like a baby with a loaded gun
Thinking it's a load of fun, me
I'm a little older son
Turn my spot to a yola store
Quarter brick of trash, I brought it back
Cooked the soda off (The chef, nigga)
Who turned a half a ki' to matching minks?
don’t wanna let it go
You don’t wanna let it go…
I’m like 8 years old, see my mom’s getting strangled
With a phone cord wrapped around her neck,
Can’t
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