Lyrics:
number one
Sell your first stack and cop you a gun
We hear gun shots, we hardly amazed
My man Willie Mays and Santana live on the run
What does it
break down the bale
We weigh it and bag it
We move it ourselves
3
3
3
3
Shot clock
Tick tock
Timeline
Jump shot
Big chain
Big watch
Dope boy
[Run-D.M.C.]
Inconceivable, unbelievable
Grammar like a hammer information receivable
Sent by the Lord, here and abroad
With words well adored
friends
Let bygones
Stay in the past tense
This life's on
Go hard till the end
From the wall all way to the ceiling
Stand clear
Gotta Run away from
selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city
on that bitch twice
Ran down on that bitch twice
You know me I be with whatever
If a bitch beef with me we gon' beef foreva
Why you always tryna run
nigga by the dreadlocks
kick in the door break the chains and the dead lock
Jae Millz.
ay yo i been hittin his phone and still cant get 'em
i know he
I worked the rigs from three to midnight
On the Corpus Christi Bay
I'd get off and drink till daylight
Sleep the morning away
I had a plan
it apart
And anything we tear down we're wearing as art for
Anyone we stare down we're polar when we bear down
Ice bath out back we live in the cold
if there was no Preme
There was no cat
And the game was run by Prince and run by Pat
It's the killa season
Who the fuck need a reason
These faggot
run the ends , we run the ends flexing
Drop top on the A40 we cruising
Blowing money fast Joe m'aso 3den
Wo y3 akwadaa bɔnee
Me y3 akwadaa bɔnee
Wo
AHHHHHHHHHH but you don't hear me though
Skinny young nigga in the cameo
Doin' beer runs at the liquor store
AHHHHHHHHHH let me in this bitch
Hit the back door
I'm juugin' up pounds, I'm breakin' down midget
I got the birds, pigeons (I got the pigeons)
They know who the fuck run the city (Nawfside)
I might
Rolly a get a worst in. Maybe minus way far central poor forty duck a pin.
Milk maid dud bean. Master a load a head. Pill pop a dope a well run general
down
40-round, caliber spitter
That's how the shorty crown
Run with gordy hounds for 40
Miles then ignore me now
Duck +Motowns+ than Barry Gordy found
to run it
Jump and overcome it
Blossom into something
Bottom bettered
Done it
When lives is lost
RIPs ensue
The vigils are held
And the families mourn
In
can't mind dyin', where I'm from, I live by the iron
On the block of Valence and Magnolia, it's hard times
(Hook [B.G.])
I be loaded, thinkin' of Range
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
3 doors down from the enemy
A symphony of 10 toes down niggas ready as they’ll ever be
Hanging with the bottom of the bottom
Everybody bottle what’s
off the backboard
Fuck a Grammy, that is not what I come back for
I came for hip-hop, niggas forgot to lock the back door
Live by the code, die by
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
punk ducks "Leave me the hell alone"
Cause I'm rated X, born to snap necks
Straight up and down, no special effects
I'm the professor, the teacher,
the snitch know to get it on
24 hour ghetto jeep is at the door
Lynch mob made me how you and your goofy click
And your throat is gone, suffocating em by
of that door
Abuses, excuses, abuses, excuse me!
I don't have to live this way, I'm leaving you today
I am gonna run far away from here
No more
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