Lyrics:
was resurrected by J-sol
And with new life I reintroduce Dark Raw
Reaching out for someone to save me
Anyone to wake me from this street dream
Treading
another J again
Never gonna stop
I'ma reach the top
See these bodies drop
I'll put you on the spot
You a fake little bitch
Fuckin' snitch
I'll break you
Yeah
Pretty young thing, living everyone's dream
The day goes by, growing old than the year goes by
Living life through the eyes her mother never
Stop they put no in a box and the box got hot now they back in the spot
Another hit straight from the waste click Thats gon rock tell them pros take
you was gonna slide, you gon' run a muck, NIGGA
I'ma make you feel like you got hit by a truck, NIGGA
I pluck herbs like birds, then I brainwash em
a brother with fly taste
After this party there's another one at my place
Finesse is here, party people be aware
Throw your hands in the are because there's
a song, from the loud and wrong, it don't hurt you , it make you strong
i take a bomb, and I blow the spot, i'm still J brown and you ain't forgot
turn
Yeah, uh, really got to test myself nowadays
Had to flip the sample and hit it another way
I've been dodging calls like bullets, been running laps in
be
If I just stayed in school (I wonder)
Never picked up the tool (For real)
Never started bangin' foo (For real)
I ain't with all that tough guy
derb
You fuck with the move and you'll be done with desert
[Baby Beesh]
Well now the po-po's won't leave my ass alone
I'm on the 6-10 loop by the Astro
[M-Child] [Chorus x2]
Pushing rocks on the block, I'm never broke, man.
Try to saw me, you get served.. With no regard.
Boy, don't test me 'cause
First, let me start by saying I’m amazing
‘Cause I made it from the bottom of the basement, no abrasion
With the patience of a winner, I’ll be
unless we get violent
Wildin', this is for my niggas that smoke weed
Live life by the day, count the proceed
Blow it back, blowin' cash in the OZ
Sunday school
L.L. Cool J is hard as hell?
So hard at night he's Jezebel
I heard the teller, Himmemel
How you think he wrote the song?
Rock the bells!
the mind strikes like the nine strikes
A priest by May
You reach for your uzay, when my mind spray
J-E, Rrrah-you it's a horror to you
Lyrical kung-fu so do
She hates my friends, my friends hate her
Takes all my time, makes me late for work
She's got another guys name tattooed on her ass
My mom and dad
I'm not a free lunch box car parked in the seat
Dead-end streetcar of desire caught by the tailpiece
I'm a jiffy pop tarts are bad for your
on the same corners
That he stood upon
I got violence in my waistband
Death in my palm
Ask 'em am I a bad guy, ya goddamn right
I done seen how ya do a
Nigga
put all of my pain into these bars
Another year just went by
Went through some real shit but I can’t go cry
I pray that I have my faith
That I get
It's like this and like that and like this
I try to put my Anger to the pen instead of fists
I'm never giving in, I gotta Take This World By Storm
Until
its found by cops
Then Im plopped into a trunk
With a thump
She’s told to relax
Pulled from the trunk to another vehicle
This one on tracks
Im thrown
X-Busters, I’m,
Over dramatic like the Rock whenever he catch stunners
See you next summer, repliforce use excessive force Another war, no idea who we reppin
in our stolen Jags
Holding stacks of ice like the polar caps
A new night another heist better guard your stash
Run upon Guy Ritchie for his cards
(My nigga Lee, I think we got another one)
Huh
Bitch fucked my mans, but I fucked her too
I just act like I ain't never knew
Told her I'm the catch
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