Lyrics:
your new music cult
You would give us self esteem and motivate our drive
But was in our pockets by the time we count to five
I pray you find
superstars you like that, yeah
In your Club making rukus no momma wanna touch us (I'm a grown man)
?Muff? boys like Kobe at the Ruckers
Play Chris Tucker, Rush
Enemy bomb has been planted!
Headin' over to dispatch wait for backup-
Bang shit!
Damnit! We got a camper on the bomb-
Bang bang
Hey guys, consider
I keep that nina in my clutch
So I can touch it, fucka!
A murdera - catch Gutta Gutta in
The kitchen with a birdera
Snitch niggas can't sell us shit
smoke bitch you running outta wishes
Pushing your buttons you aint like them other bitches
Thats why im rolling with ya
Til further notice
Written by
was fire
But he didn't have shit on the Uber driver
Go slow. By now the head feels rough
No speed, no need to touch the stuff
Smoke weed? Used to have
Be nice to have a little breeze.
Breeze on by fuck the cops.
Do we have the cash? We don't have to talk that, hey hey
Get the fuck outta here with
and some songs
Grew up Being the Kid that brought the weird lunch
It's just some spicy curry chicken, why they fear us?
My shit the bomb, but y'all respond
Bunker slobs waving flags?
Or the people with the guts to work
For some real change
Rednecks and bombs don't make us strong
We loot the world, yet we
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
FLOW WITH MORE STRIFE
'cause the energy is the bomb
I can tell that you fascinated by the way we rhyme
And we flow like with the mo like
Mo strike
us, then they comin' with us
Tell 'em, "Run, Forrest," run for the fame, runnin' with us
What's one life to a hunnid killas?
All you heard was loud
explain the dilemma
It's either them or us, niggas that bust
Niggas who ride, niggas that'll kill for this side
Down to get down with
Climbing a hill to sit by a fool no one would touch
Human skin is dirty and it don't wash
This is where the road doth part
This is where I break your heart
tellin' us it ain't gon' rain
So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet
In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat
Hits somersaults without the net
But
No more coiling in the dust of violence
We take while being taken by the price of silence
Our safety from fulfillment, the razor's touch
Calling your
Ay, nigga pass me the blunt
(Go get the fuck outta here, oh shit)
Ay, pass this over here man, so we can just ciph you know what I'm sayin'?
Ciph,
always get this feeling
Your touch my god I'm barely breathing
My heart beats louder than the ceiling
When cupids bombs come crashing down this evening
and maybe dodge us a bomb or two
Know the world is ending, girl I don't mean to bother you
But if the worlds on fire, girl you know I'm on ya line asking
and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up
Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what?
Niggas can't fuck with us
Like Busta Bust, we dangerous
a fuckin' bomb in me
Nothing really matters
Anymore
Take my skin but don't touch
My stealth core
Let us pretend! You never told me a lie
Let us pretend!
a fuckin' bomb in me
Nothing really matters
Anymore
Take my skin but don`t touch
My stealth core
Let us pretend! You never told me a lie
Let us pretend!
us now
I'm geeked up when I touch down
Shordy just wanna bust down
Ima air sign with the gust now
Need dough all about crust now
Hush now
No fuss now
Clap 1 time for me, no 2 times for the lames, nigga this my game so get the fuck up outta my lane, Clap 1 time for me, 1 time for meeeee,
Verse 1
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