Lyrics:
FEAco
Zone co
Poppin shit
Represent
Rep yo set
You a real Atl nigga
Pop yo shit
Raised around killas
OG blood banging niggas
Unk said on GD tote pistols
or die?)
Follow me (la, da-da-da, la-la, la-la)
Eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here
anybody to handle doe
Light a million candles you couldn't come near the flames
Coming for my competition
I just wanna cause them pain
Flying down
dum da na na dum da dum
Du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du-du!
Newsbreak
The notorious Just Ice has just gunned down
One man up in The Bronx
News later
wacking
Ugh
Catch an opp by the corner you know we gone blast him
Bullets gone rush him as soon as I pass them
Block all they numbers as soon as I smash
or die?)
Follow me (la, da-da-da, la-la, la-la)
Eat my flesh, flesh and my flesh
Come with me
Hail Mary, nigga, run quick, see
What do we have here
Chasing them checks im coming to get em
Choppo ash ace and sos
Steady dropping on a weekly well connected
Well connected in the streets that's who pay me
My
teenage hustlers
Street grinders, paper chasin scrapin busters
By keepin dust up noses and caine homes; pipes and cans
So they want they ride candy
'twenty-two we had bales way before that
Niggas bitches got our self lit off the ground but we can't show that
He got back doored by his bitch the street been
wrong get spanked by God
All the bullets I done dodged
All the shit that I done shot
All the whippin in the pots
All the women givin guap
We was
Politicians, Quiet Tax)
Shut 'em down
Shut 'em down (Shut 'em down)
Shut 'em down (Shut 'em down)
Yes, we shut 'em down
(Bailouts, Wall Street, Cold
All the way up
No we can’t talk
If ain’t bout da money
I need it all
I been hungry
I’m coming
Straight out the jungle
Ya they in love
With this hustle
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making ghetto
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
Baby
Drop your top, and roll with me
It's the Big Moe, and that E.S.G.
Boys bleeding blocks, in these H-Town streets
Man it's going down, making
tryna chase my clout
In the city I'm a act out
Show you what I'm bout yeah
You hoes can't touch me
I'm coming wit da heat
My name good in the streets
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
coming up the damn stairs eyes started crossing
He came in
searching the crib
Puffing a cig
Asking where the nigga at
With the 9 clutched to his hip
She
no time
It's now or never nigga
And I gotta make it mine
Fully focused got all my thoughts in line
Made it a long way from runnin through the Kraw
Down
Say I can't do it by myself
And I just lean on em
Hoe shut yo mouth
Before I go and put that beam on em
We wet em up and hit that skirt
No we don't
I be quoting scriptures for the bad noise
Heard a nigga talking down on me, that's a half sword
Brodie keep it on him, only fear the Lord
Told you
bad, I'm knocking down your door, mane
Shit, our scene might leave you terrified
That's why my 9-millimeter stay by my bedside
Got partners locked up
slide along street, oh shit get wet by alcohol
Water slide along street, oh shit yeah
친구 ともだち, amigo
my friends were coming out to the K-Town
Returning
the one to be caught sleeping
By another fool out creeping
While I'm chilling getting sweeted
I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout three
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