Lyrics:
that
Heart beating through my chest like a heart attack
I couldn't keep up
Imma real g
But to be real g real gs need love
Real gs give their heart when
all week
Tryna flip the gs
Know da feds listenin don't hit me bout da Ps
Im good anywhere bitch i always got the keys
She good in air but i like her
a kiss
Tell her you'll be home soon
Come to the gate when I pull up on the drive
I don't care if it's rainin' or not
We get chased by feds
Everybody in
nonsense, call up Nasty Nastradamus
Rock the pearls and diamonds, break your promise, break her wallets
Break her heart and break the pockets, taking notes
I'm stumbling around
Hard to make a sound
Nothing coming out my mouth
But I feel like something needs to come out
I feel amazing
Heart is racing
When
Yeah!
I'm stumbling around
Hard to make a sound
Nothing coming out my mouth
But I feel like something needs to come out
I feel amazing
Heart is
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
This album too hard
Hundred thousand at large
I'm expecting to sell, yeah
Drip too hard
While the rain got you caught
I be busting like hail
I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping
The crowd get wild off my style, they want something
The herds start stomping,
be one Ooh Baby In the heart, where there's no hope No joke, all they know is dope, Pain pills to cope, brains spilled on coke Bloods, Lords,
You get it by any means hanh
You ran it up off of gs hanh
You ran it up for your queen hanh
Look out for your dawg and your team hanh
But can’t do it
innocente pero neex tiene las llaves
Neex no fuma Mari hahah muchas cantidades
Ella mala sabe lo que hace pero es muy suave
I hop in four by four, I'm with
3-5-6-2-1-6-2-4-7
Aye
Wanted to be wanted, how I'm haunted by rejection
Walking through the valley, know I'm tryna get my steps in
Exercise my faith
for every time I'm strapped the 12 ride by ain't find my strap
Judge would a hit a nigga heart bout that
And nigga with some sense thankin' Got 'bout
I keep your heart is PZA-pumping, the beat is GZA-jumping
The crowd get wild off my style, they want something
The herds start stomping,
Oh, do you feel me? Facts, what I'm still on
And I still got racks, I'm a real don
And we used to bang your shit
Now you're album, it's just
and Chronic stood as basically all that I would
Ever listen to and when I bought my first Onxy album, I started bumpin' them
Naught By Nature, Mobb Deep
heart
With unconditional love
Come listen to my truest thoughts
My truest feelings all my peers doing years beyond drug dealing
How many caskets can
compassion
He lives in the love
That lives in our hearts
Words and music by John Denver and Joe Henry
still want to know when the album comin? out
Ask the teenagers, O?Gs and Ask the kids
What they definition of Classic is
Timeless, cause age don?t
muthafuckin
Gs, hustlas, ballas, up there in the crossroads (why my homie had to die)
crossfires, this album dedicated to ya'll, too. Cause I know ya'll got
gotta check for me
Gs in every city gon' hold me down without a question
Down a nigga for me and add to his body collection (boom, boom, boom)
Album
cousin caught a next shot
Out in yard, tryna line up a headshot
Flew back home tryna get it by the headlock
I was getting boxes, banging it in Z shots
to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men
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