Lyrics:
names
know us niggas by the walk or the size of their chain
you know the motto
we live for today, there's no tomorrow
we're only makin' time for the hoes
by the break truck
All rocks taped up
[Verse 7]
I got a staff of staffs
Airs chipped to pups
Instead of attackin' the nuts when I yell clip up
prisoners)
Racka (bung-bung) Racka (bung-bung) rrrrrrrrrrrrracka, motherfucker
[Billy Danze]
Aiyo we live by the code of the streets
Move wit our peeps
50 feet Gimme 50 feet
[Verse 1]
Hey here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me
I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's
Some say I'm cocky and rude
She has a revolver, well I have a monsoon! deep in the carpet of a hotel room my feet sit. three heads like doom, just not zen yet. this quartet
off your sofa
The movie just begun it's far from over
I need to rock the shows and win em over
Over thinking
Thought it over by my lonesome
Never
A giant threw a rock at a village church
a man put an axe in a sweet birch
the farmers in the village beat their bongo drum
the girl by the river
from me
A gun equipped with three clips
Can't steal this life from me (no)
Cause i believe to measure it's quality
By the lessons I received
And what
a baby
If it's that easy to give
I live right around the corner
Three states away
Take a holiday
Come check me
Watch how I set the
Mood,
will never treat 'em but a right life gotta give 'em light
But we live our right
I know you don't understand
I done lost too many friends, I'm just
I was mobbin' through the beach, yeah the city by the sea
Mama tried to keep me home, but I love the fuckin' streets
I was cookin' up a Ki, tryna
Yeah, my nigga Dr3 made the beat, so I'm finna rock it
If you pass me the heat, boy you know i'm gone pop this bitch
Come on, nigga
I just made a ten,
probably diggin' at your own yak
See man do some raw shit, man it's so mad
Rule number three, don't underestimate G's
You can get aired out by a kid
third cornea
And grasping endlessly for rap supremacy
This is a starving man's plight
The saga of an author who white gloves
By day and rocks mics by
secret business
Shh, shh
It's so erotic we might need forgiveness
We live in fantasies fulfilling all your freaky wishes
You keep my interests you
[Intro]
On my way to find myself again I have come a long long from home to see (x3)
Ha Braille, a little louder
[Braille]
My last breath
the sword that we live by even if it means we have to die this way.
Destination: Death or Better Days.
When we've had enough…we've had enough
there is
indicted
I dare one y'all scared niggas to bite it
I done stood in hood lobbies getting my rocks off
With longjohns and 3 pairs of socks on
Ducking from
[Pacewon]
What you want wit the underground kings from the Bricks
I've been at it since Clyde Frazier played for the Knicks
Packin' 3-5-7's wit
(verse one: you-God/Golden Arms)
It be the Wu-Tang, Wu-Tang
I got control drop a load
Time to rip shit
Time to rock and roll
I play the block
to go
As judgement day awaits our mortal souls
Sound off: one, two
Sound off: three, four
[Tombstone]
This is world we live in
Truly devoted,
the streets equal
These streets EVIL, city niggaz with Desert Eagles
They won't hesitate to drive-by in TINTED regals
And that's how it is in my life, that's
And got it lock, takin over blocks wit loose rocks
Makin happen hops, bitch ass niggas that call cops
Scared of static, my 44 bustin straight through you
'posed to be the illest on three coasts
Familia, bigga than Icos
Y'all, Danny DeVitoes, small niggaz
All I see is the penny heaters, that's all niggaz
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