Lyrics:
paper I stack books.
You heard what I said,
I can put you on your feet
Or put some money on your head.
Life ain't cheap,
You're better off dead.
If
mad 'cause I'm the nigga that flaunt it
AmeriKKKa's most wanted
Hey yo, here's what the poster read:
'Ice Cube is wanted dead'
That's all it said
I put
here's what the poster read:
'Ice Cube is wanted dead'
That's all it said
I put heads to bed and fled the scene wit all the green
Hear shots
'Til the blood stains would cover the page
Wipe my eyes and look ahead
And hope to see better days
I turn my TV off
Cause I don't wanna look
the internet
To be the man
You gotta beat the man
Formulate the plan
Gotta feed the gang
By any means and I really mean it
Come get these lames from off my
the jizz of my species
Never pronounce me dead or alive
Agelaius Phoeniceus
You shoot out of the three but
I just lay up it's easiest
You could be
niggas for dead
I count all my blessings in 50s no Cents
Ya ain't gone fail when you give hundred percent
From a city where we Stay By Plan
See me rolling
and packed like silica
Run up a man in the cinema
Don't give a fuck if he's watching a movie
I'll drag him out by his shoe string
Pour out his juice drink
Used
feel depressed and I might be better off dead
These words are just my demons trying to break there way out
So listen to the chorus to know what it's all
Touch, Golden Ear
Old enough to know better, young enough to see it clear
(REPEAT HOOK)
VERSE 3 - Roc Marciano
Ghost guns from the Philippines
These
SAY
Jealousy
Is that what you see every time you see me
I can assure you baby I cannot be
I been in my bag I been on CPT
Yeah that's right by UAG
clean
Straight off they feet
RIP to my dawg
You's a real motherfucker
And you'll never be forgotten
By this Russellville hustler
Street king
My paperwork
They know I'm the biggest
I can get it off in three states
Tahoe full of hitters
If it's smoke we spin a week straight
Hopping out Ouwops and Dracs
I
and imagination
Now London it's goodbye
But I'm taking ya
Clock's ticking
How long I've got this I'm not sure
Shy of three minutes
Ah well fuck then I better get
I'ma stop it right here and let a baby shark punch in
Yeah we claim YL but that's the label boy we top ten
Catch him off the river I know my center he
fuck the voodoo
Yeah
Huh
I know what this type of life style make it do you to you
Keep yo head dripped from yo feet to yo cuticles
Nobody where that
on my off day, I'ma show you what these bullets do
Bitch, I go by SMG, Luh duice, and don't you question that
Tryna run from all the bullets, bitch, you
Choppin' em up then I get a brand new one grr
And I always love it, I just jack off when I thinkin' of it
You better back off Imma heat the oven, I'm like
Demons and angels they fight in my head
The Devil keeps saying I'm better off dead
Sometimes I think I'd be better off gone
Thinking too much feel
(Get off me)
(Bebby)
(giggle, Uh)
THAT'S!!!
4 3 2 1 Bad Mama Jama, (she bad)
Had her feet on her fuckin forehead cramma cramma. (cramma cramma)
Jerry Eze
Exactly three weeks ago and it's such a blessing to recount a great wonder of God three weeks ago while we were on our 7am morning prayers
tonight
Come home with me, little Matty Groves, and sleep with me till light"
"Oh, I can't come home, I won't come home and sleep with you tonight
By
the lo-cation
Been on the block since I'm off probation
Glock gon hit you who you hang wit?
Them the niggas I used to bang wit,
Up by four but I want three mo
Up
heard the gunplay
"Who shot that duck out the window" Mr. Lee said
"Three pay now, you fucking weed head"
We can stop the finest suspect, he's dead
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