Lyrics:
You've heard about Ned Kelly and those other famous crooks
I've seen them on the TV, I've seen them in my picture books
Well, here's a little song
Eh yo, Liffy Stokes, let 'em know what's happenin'
A playa been hustlin' so long, God knows I've done so much wrong
I was 16 grown and holdin' chrome,
my chips
Stare a bitch down when I rock my whips(UH!)
Knowin that you hate me on the low, cock glock by dicks
Stick me for the ice on my wrists
Keeps
VERSE 1
Little Tony said don't get a rock, get the 'volver
When you throw-back on a hater, make 'em holla
I love meetin' real men (yeah)
Not
You think id wanna stick around this town
and have to wait for a crackhead to beat my mum down
to get a phone call sayin just bring your money now
by
voters he was tough on crime
But tougher is dumber when you
Give 'em double the time
Clinton removed welfare benefit's
From immigrants legal or illegal
the nega-tivi-ty?
Niggas is crazy
It seem like every upcoming artist
When they local city don't fuck
With 'em like that
And they pro'lly the illest nigga doing this
Fuck around, they take your son
My niggas had the right to run
We twist our fingers into guns
They get torn apart by the son
You can't thrive
wanna let 'em know how the mighty would fall
Days at the start line, simple, fragile, frail
Somehow the dark room washed out their every detail
When
at that double tap
On my DM got some bitch with some new tits
This rap shit put me on game
Back then I was down bad, they ain't give two shits
Nigga this LT
on the sink
And we're gon be on the bed
And we're gon be on the floor
And whenever my pen is ready I'll give you some more
She's got me up so high, swear you'll
me
"Bitch is something you can't say!"
Bitch you already banned me by tweeting your little thread
Hashtag hashtag, throw 'em in the trash bag
"Oh my
been forgotten got a raw deal
Couple Dollar Generals, Little Caesar's and a ball field
Give up on our dreams, man, it seems that we all will
Settle
Lying in the hospital, holy fuck, I lost you
God yo I don't wanna go, god please don't let me go
I've got so much more to give, just let me live
give this rap shit a crack and try to save you
You bein you, rather juggle with the crew
Find some drama, break the rules, spend your money on em jewels
of a sudden, people got shot
The rope runner was standin, right by, the other side of
They ate barbecued peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
(get off the stage
on the runway
Met a freak on a Sunday, buy her a chocolate sundae
Planned his attack, now little Candace sports spandex
Then he met a chick named Candace by
We walk with the dead (below zero)
We keep 'em on ice (below zero)
You heard what he said (off with his head)
Guillotine rap, yeah the killer team's
them to, everyone was signing me up
Did what I had to do, man these niggas winding me up
They give me attitude, think I might be tryin' too much
is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by Shadow
All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking do'
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.]
The Southside got
Sounds of the Sir
Yo, yeah
Listen, yo
Watch this, yo
I've been in all types of pickles
Back when man used to roll naked
By naked I mean no
off welfare
It's hell here
Why should I vote like it's ever been fair?
My people in despair, they still balance
We hit hard like still melons
Smile
to shoot
You lie to us about it, that won't make you less of a goof
I bet your diet only consists of processed cheese
"Mister Officer can I give you more
by the feeling'
Let me tell you about Christ healin'
He saved me when I was hangin out on the street
With the pimps and thugs,
Frontin' while they was
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