Lyrics:
the game
Poor folks will be waiting for change
Shit still stays the same
And we ain't really mad 'bout life
Just aggravated by this fight
Our Stealth Bombers
think about is hundreds, m-box 30 for my stress
It's 2:30 by 3:30 I'll probably take me a ten
At 4:30 to 5:30 thirty, I'm fucking up on a ten
Residue
dem Waco
Go don Dey by 2
Nor go ask me where we see goat
Na we dey run the banana plantation
For Ewato
Come find me
You trying to locate me
I
Your God Noah, you'll remember my Name.
Two by two into the ark you made
Following blindly every word you said
Sunk by the cost of a Biblical fallacy
Marty had a boutique on the corner,
Stanley was a trucker by his trade,
And every time that Marty would shake her tail feathers,
It would go
neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!)
Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district can't visit to Jac-o-be
I like my diamonds colored, watch
you up
Man, Homicide be looking for whoever tore you up
Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners
I can roll up all by myself
And then I'll reload
And reload, and reload, and reload, and load
Whole barrel explode!!!!
Nigga I'm T-are-you, that means I'm TRU 2 Da Game
Mention me
(Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
(2 Chainz) And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin',
(Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
(2 Chainz) And I'm, stickin', to it (Uh huh)
And I'm, stickin', to it
Velcro, I'm sticking to it, hatin',
I look up
Straight up
I gave 'em time, time
Time
Now it's back to me nigga
I took my clique turned it to faculty nigga
Took my operation to factory
by the pierside,
N' here she is folks - the USS Titanic!
She's lined up beside two hundred n' fifty parkin' meters,
N' the Captain's gettin' done
"Yo, what's up I'm Tamika Jones from 'Keep it Real' Magazine, and I'm
About to enter the minds of two of the most controversial rappers of
One
polluted
By the toxic gas produced
In the factories of fearness
Hate is our main sickness
Verse (Peter Cher):
Down the road
To the garden
Where I keep
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parents share often. When I was two or three years old, I was with my family at a swimming pool. The pool had a diving board and unbeknownst to them, I got
been restin
I'm going off in every session
I have an obsession, it's fueled by depression
But that doesn't phase me I use it as weapon
So let that be
The difference's between us are really starting to settle in
By the power vested in me I try not to let em in
Hard to tell who's really here for me
I'm strapped with the mac or the draco
Couple aks I turn Queens up into Waco
Got an army ready we just waiting for the say so
Get his addy and we get
yours, that's why I hope
The border stay closed, focus on how
My day by day goes
This Rap Game a maze bro
That's why I'm amazed
That we made it this far
to famo in Waco
He still need a bankroll
Stack up my money and dance with it
Wish you done know that it takes two to tango
Cuz I'm tryna outrun all my
Dead by dawn swallow your soul
Similar to if I kick in your teeth: swallow a sole
You a dub
W Clan, y'all can swallow us whole
Or get snubbed with
keep the toaster
Know I keep my gualla and my dollars by the mosta’
All these niggas be so hype about they life when they aint suppose to
Nigga be so
rockin halos, they workin’ angles
To get a bankroll,
Gone with the wind Clark Gable
MInd’s a Tornado, i’ll turn this whole thing into waco
My fetucini
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