Lyrics:
the buildin' to the parkin' lot
Got the feins studderin' aki like I wanna rock
Tell ya what here ya go and now ya coppin' from my block
Got a short fuse
that bitch get off my dick
I ain't tryna make no plans
Jee Juh
I'm a maniac, musical mania
A braniac, I make my lyrics
I'm hittin' your cranium
I'm
watching you
Sick militant flow, like a carbine
Explicit with the lyrics
Watch me blow like a time bomb
Soldier of fortune, no time for the outcome
SPC,
on the block all day and night till the police come through then we get trashed I had the blick and a roll in my stash I came from nothing now I have that bag
[ KM.G ]
Yo, this is somethin new by notorious-ass Above the Law
In the motherfuckin place
The Illustrator KM.G
Yo 187, you gotta let em know what's
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
I really miss my dead friend
Singing em lyrics hit different
I tell 'em, "we all we got" (we all we got)
Thinkin' 'bout my son, first dude I got cool with when we moved on the block
This was back when Damani
people aren't always what they seem
It turns out the lyrics that you live by are a fraud
When your favorite band's singer got arrested
With a tranny
When everyone was listening, you could just blast them by yourself
And learn every fucking lyric to them
I loved it so much, it was like hysterics
Police be strolling, rolling
Striking like they going bowling
Live lyric illustrator rough rap facilitator
Back block exhilarator
Dirty money, killer paper
and quarter pounds down to ozones
(Who you?) I'm Dat Nigga, D-A to the Z (uh-huh)
A motherfuckin' playa, for the D-P to the G
Connectin' lyrics like dot
lyrics about nothing that I feel
Wock spilled, Turn up on ya block, And the lot filled
Pop pills
There's nothing to try nothing that I feel
I don't know
bitches
You could tell by the analytics
How I ran up dash and digits
Had to get off my ass for critics
Man I use to feel bad in lyrics
Couldn't give them
When I pull up on the block like skrt
Get it by the pound, so it's not light work
When I pull up on the block
Pull up- pull up on the block
When I
an intersection, you talk
But you came to my town with protection
Election year, had the block hot
I scream fuck the world for having a baby girl sorta cock block
[Jadakiss:] This is how we live
[Styles:] Drug spots, projects, Jail cell stinking
[Jadakiss:] This is how we live
[Styles:] Whole block run when they see
at
Baby i'm freddy
Like lyrical ready
To back out them lyrics and cover your arm tat
Why she fuck with a unemployed nigga
Like bitch you should know where
take you through a tunnel of thought
Wit no support now you got caught off guard
By the number one scar from the Illa-Fifth
Lyrically fulfillin' this
the money, get the mansion, bring the homies with us
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm still Jenny from the block
Used to have
nigga off coke tried to act up
Against the world's greatest mind, Bob Digital
Might throw a Shaolin Hand-block or a fifty-two
My young son Big Un don't
funky nigga that's known to kick the fat shit?
The mirror said "You are, you conceited bastard"
Done by the dogcatcher, dogcatcher, it's
know how we do
Mic check, I walk around the streets with a black TEC-9
By the waistline, kickin' the hype shit
I never claimed to be the best type
somethin' for ya
Get rocked by my midnight Glock
Sniper through sound vocal rival to invade the block
Fuckin' bitch paid the price of a snitch
fuck, she love when I'm in it with all my jewelry on
That's your bitch, but she know all the lyrics when she hear my songs
I'ma rock out by myself, I'm
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