Lyrics:
hoes
We move in silence, y'all ain't hearing us coming
I was sent by God to provide that imperial sonnage
Ya'll assembly line of rhymers really
when you see me you then already know.
It’s on my hat, you can tell by the clothes
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my flow.
It’s in my talk, so It’s in my
hahahaha
we got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
you know what I'm saying
when you been hit by the bitch
you know it was ment
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
[Krayzie]
This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
[ clapping your hands] 4x
[chorus]
As we ride by the end of the night
You will
is getting married
Babies its crazy
How time flew by
But being back home
Reminded me of time
Nintendo on my mind
I might of been nine
Yo i gotta find
you may look tonight
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado
Or Georgia by the sea
Working for some man
Who may not know at all who I
the stock of letters tied in blue
The letters had been left there
By a young girl
There were ten and as I read the first
I found that they were from a boy in
Strap your ass in I got a fire breathing Mopar
Downtown Detroit is like a rockNroll dream
Kickout the jams if ya really wanna go far, MotorCity soul
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
Hahahaha
We got a bag full of bullets in this bitch with no name on them
You know what I'm saying
When you been hit by the bitch
You know it was ment
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See I'm
Fly guy grab a ho to a wing
Have a one night fling with a nigga on the
Standing tall like Kareem
By any means necessary dick game legendary
Fifteen
Won't change give up that life
Someone always gets in the hood
In the hood, in the hood
For gangsters
Everyone's banging, wannabe bangers
By these
to the wow, yippie yo yippie yay
It's the Ed Lover with my OWN Dr dre
Special shout out, to the D-O double-G
They can't tame ya so they framed
Ya for a 187 G
plucked cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
Lil' looney motherfucker by the
Name of Kurupt growin' up crazy cause
(niggas don't give a fuck, nigga)
So
track by Preemo
It’s that mop stick, icepick, Attica style
Put your face in front of the barrel
I’ll splatter it now
It’s the venom, the momentum
You
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
Niggas into gangs things and narcotics
Freak bitches riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
of gettin' our ass kicked
By so called Christians an' Catholics
But I'm a watch 'em burn in the fire
See I'm a G, that's why I ain't in your choir
'Cause
my head down
I can't see but I'm tryin to make a touchdown
Damn, will I ever see the other side
I'm this close from doin another drive by
Now I
made you a slave and he gave you a bible
400 years gettin' our ass kicked
By so-called christians and catholics
But I watch 'em burn in a fire
See
Police radio signals sayin' that a 187 land on your corner
Coroners comfort your mama
"Mama he's dead", the next morning I toasted up with my homies
We
about my digits, goin' digital and shit
Jumpin' on the couch until I'm short winded in this bitch
Don't judge a book by it's cover, start schemin'
big proof rip
Cut from a different cloth detroit made me
I came up on pac doc and nwa naughty by nature short dog and scareface
Thuggish ruggish bone
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