Lyrics:
sack
Impact upon contact
Blast from the hash
Closed my eyes for a second
Found myself in a strange land
I seen microphones hangin from the sky
Instinct
we rollin’
We bakin’ all year round
We stackin’ these bands
This cash in our hands
Our feet in the sand
We Grindin’
Stay Workin’ all-day
No games that
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
ourselves
We can't babble no more than we can bob our head offbeat
Nimrod by the time we forty cause we can't get off meat
While we ask no reason for
can reap back
You better believe proceed continue my mission
Hit you with the 5 Star it's so good really by far get up on par
Try our banana take
live? How you seeeeeeee...
Sort the stack outs, this one's the blackout
Three-fifty-seven to your mouth, blaaow!!
[Buddah Monk - Brooklyn Zu]
Dunn can
Living carefree laughing, got jokes on the daily
Y'all acting like some old folks y'all don't hear me
Yo I'm in my second childhood
"Cause when I flow
But head is the answer
Head is the future
Don't second guess yourself
Come on, give me some help
Hey one more time, band, I need y'all to help me
counting my blessings
Cause I know my life can be took in a second
You better start stressin'
Cause the devil on earth with a crew and weapons
My brain they
from the gym
So I'm gonna swim
Build our own wave
Jet ski roars like
Rim rim rim
Bumping oldies with my crew
And I'm zoning out 'till surrounded with
even open my mouth to speak
I bomb drop on those that
Be making y'all weak
24 hours a day, 7 days a week
I be the king from the
Streets of Hollis,
will not harm you
Or maim you
(swat team 4, move in!)
The years was rollin' by . . .
He used to cut my grass . . .
He was a very nice boy . . .
Run them bands up 1 by 1,
South deshon road gotta counts my funds
Told me I’d fall still think I’m the 1
You can judge me but I’m still God son
You
anyway
Some booze head said we all will pay and we are in our judgment day
I'm strutting like there's nothing wrong
My head replays my favorite songs
I
"At 8 you're a sucker, at 7 a motherfucker" (Repeat 4x)
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2, 1 reasons you'll never be this raw
My crew is representing for
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
till my bands is up
I took risks, cut bullshit, I let go
Now the checks comin in look like a zip code
In the history books is where we bouta be
Before I
We're the 7-A-3 this is our domain
And you're going want to know from whence we came
The pride of our race with the style and the grace
So you
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
coke right at my grannies
Man these streets is like Vegas tryna beat the odds
And all the homies that we lost I hope they meet our God (pray for them)
Six Shell Productions
H-H-H1K
I can't feel offended (No)
'Nuff time my flick shank's been mended
(Mended)
Man's been 1-7
Ask them about corn man's
talk, so keep at ease
By any means, we get our product, pussy and paper
With tragic ends, at the finish of every caper
Don't blame us homie, cause it's
No limits 220 on the dash
Get me the job and I will get it gone fast
I will come in second but I will never be last
On go and my foot on the gas
I
bright that evil can't hide
My lit crew you and I we're gunna bring liberty and truth to mankind
Fuckin rights and the lies we leave behind and the truth
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