Lyrics:
ones
The ones that got away
Tear gassed by the cops
Face covered in snot
The lessons we were taught
On that sunny day
Riot cops with billy clubs
I'm too drunk, I'm too high to hear that fuck shit
Came to the club, yeah, I'm on that fuck shit
Let them things blam, let them things blam
Let them
that shit is killin' people and it's overpriced
Hit the club, get the bag
Man, I know that's right
But let me teach you youngbloods how to hold
the house
Yeah,Ice T's in the house,yeah
[verse one]
You go on and on and you don't stop
Got sticky sneakers from the blood of a shot cop
Belt
wants the garbage cans clanging in the street?
Suddenly I do
They're always popping their cork-
I'll fix that line-
The cops, the cabbies,
focus
I'm making money moves mandatory
In a discussion my past records tell a story
Picture niggas we rushing and still busting
Til the cops come
the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit
watching me and you
You better stay online girl get on top
Of social life to be the cream of the crop
And If you wanna survive you better strive to connive
[Verse 1]
Yeah... KRS-One bout to wreck the joint
I was seen openin up at the edge of Detroit
Where the cops go beyond the laws
Where enemies work
motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
Live is how the sets used to be, at the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchett
Or either
Dripping thru the lane
And we looking fantastic
Gold by the packet
Ripping off the plastic
Back in my domain we about to make a classic
Beat going
When I first counted up 100 man I really couldn’t tie my shoes
Everybody call me young thug when I’m in the club just pass me the hookah
Jacket is
us
3. They got our youth brainwashed by social media
4. We gotta stop believin this bullshit that they feedin us
5. They got the nerve to say all lives
need bands
Soon as i wake up
Roll a g
Cop qp
Lace my jays up
Hit the group
Tell my niggas to run that bank up
Can kick it wit no fan club
My team show me
Where my bad bitches at?
Where my bad bitches at?
Where my bad bitches at? (The Kidd)
I got a whole lot of sauce
Cop it don't matter the cost
Got
powder
People hanging in spots
They waited until the blocks got hot
And got raided by the cops
I'll explain the man sleeping in the rain
His whole
down to the street top
Black police showin' out for the white cop
But Krayzie Bone will swarm
On any muthafucka in a blue uniform
Just 'cause I'm
"The Fight Club" scratched
I paint pictures with my scriptures
it grabs ya and it grips ya
and takes ya on adventures to dimensions I can't
even
social beef
We can meet up locally
Just tell me where you wanna meet
Slide slide slide
I got a pole on me
It's in my right hand
One on the night stand
We
"Thanks Joseph, awesome music, uh, that was a good idea"/spoken by Dr McPherson in early april 2020)
(Verse: From "Cuse freestyle"/written late april
a fucking sound
Shake like a stripper set fire to the strip club
Static out the bimmer shit get tragic with these kids luv
Dip when the cops come
Flip one
by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga ain't no flaw
Yung future gotta keep dat raw
hate me fall backkkkkk
No choice by force I sport
To go and cop sum ice
Designer on my mojo
I live in the spotlight
Real street nigga aint no flaw
What's yo socials, lookin like
Got reposted by a page on IG I'm like hallelujah
That just put my page up like a K dog look at what we doin
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