Lyrics:
I'm on chill shit
I'm coming for it I want it Bad Boy
No Will Smith
I was in the room wit a baddie
Then she got an attitude what is that about
Prolly
navy seals
You know we tote them Smith & Wessons not them Smith n Will's
Bullets fill a nigga up jus like burger happy meal
Okay who say they want
Frankford line to the bad lands
Oh Lehigh avenue!
I can hear Spanish girls singing
Acappella ghetto blues
I started humming along
It could have been the 37th
you ask me if I want
Peace if you can't grant it?
Niggas fightin' across the whole planet
So it could never be peace
Will there ever be peace, or are
the mornin'
Like it in the evening too
In between she don't mind it
Just about any old time will do
So I'm haulin', haulin'
Fort Smith to Louisville
Dear Mama
If some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write
spending
and all that sweet wining and dining
Well I'm fucking you tonight
Baby it's no mystery
You will be all up in me
Freakin is my specialty
money
Shove your ass into a gunny
If you think shit is sunny and sweet
Speak you will be gone by the end of the week
Mindset iller
Serial Killer
Raps
ride alike
Will he be able to handle bars
Or will he die tonight?
My ride is like you might not
Even make it outside tonight
I swear to God it's like
If
will be fine
we drivin' side by side
on the trippy light
never loose
목숨을 건 lap time
믿을건 내 배짱
컨디션은 최상
just wanna get prize
with my crew
VAPOR mob
빡세게
niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all
on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you
niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you wrong
And all
on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you
of freakin it
It's the dawn of the MC who think before he spit
On Mission, we intercept your transmission
Bringin exactly what the fans missin
You, bare
niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath shoe soles you will reside
Rappers get a mil' for these freakin' lies
Sign a couple deals for these
on the scene, niggas was petrified
Jet back to the lab like they were being chased by homicide
My rap flow does you like Tical, and it will never steer you
her time
By the chimney she insists
by that fire it begins
"Have you heard the story of The madman?
Some say he shoveled bodies long ago,
Taking care
freedom for all not some yes I wanna live in a world where all in one )
Peace is a balance and we will achieve it by any means necessary
Come on
But I
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
Smith and Wesson
(Uh uh uh), Bitch you guessed it
(Uh uh uh), Ran down I’m jetting
(Uh uh uh), You get the message
He wanted smoke I ran down he ain’t
game
Let's put it in my pocket
And they will never know 'bout all the nights that we prayed
All the meetings we took, and all the records we played
We got passion
What is life like
If we never make it
Will I be alright ?
I can see them haters
When my mind is bright
I can turn em off
When im not
your moves somethin'
Rode, it would be jumpin'
Hoe humpin', freakin'
Hoes silly, leakin'
Hook it up, weekend
All night freakin'
Which trick I'm
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