Lyrics:
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my
cash a bureaucrat where I’m finna be at
Omnipotent flow encoded by the bro who rose above asphalt
Guns they toting at the corner store where most
the joint, I roast
Motherfuckers from the East coast to the West coast to your breakfast
Voltage, I got funk for days by the buckets
PPP packs a bunch
up
Then I learned that it weren't all my fault
We all grew in mad homes, bad friends
Probably better off you never had friends
Guns for off it's a mad
and here's the news
Another fatality caused by a family feud
Charged, tried, sentenced by the jury of a brother's gun
Made sister's fiancee's wedding never
government glock in front of the shop
Equivalent to gun galleries I better keep the eye locked
Show and prove I'm doing Gs trying to teach these 100 Gs
If I
Bounty on his head, yeah
That's how you reuse it
Puttin’ powder in the engine
And the guns in the fenders
Coke and the drugs by my
Tongue and my dentures
I
you like Tito
I get pussy like a free throw
I get cheese like a Cheeto
You love that girl, she with me though
By the water, palm trees
I got codeine
This a 550I know you could tell by how it drive
Probably got thirty tickets I wasn't stopping at no lights
I was searching for happiness trying to make
the idea, the unseen, is insane
The whole world seen through one
Dream from one king
The pace walked from a gun
Duel with a ten chant
The Art of War, not
the Henny, sippin' with no chaser
When my bitches be thuggin' niggas that catch vapors
Lovin' how my bitches be givin' me paper
One by one, watchin' y'all
demineralizing. You spoil it later
And the death penalty for them
Would be the lack of toilet paper
Hurry man! By the minute
It's minimalizing like vapor
This
groove on
And now you see me jiggy, you puzzled
He ain't sellin' no records
Is he? That nigga gotta hustle
Huh, you bet your guns, by any means
I get my
real, For real, For real
Trying to get in your water and swim
Chinese, she say come again
My gun my teleport-er
Send a Nigga to wonderland
Tell him to say
came from a foreign environment
Secondhand Bape, Supreme and Gallery Department
Anything to feel less harmless
Adderall dealers, carryin' 'round guns
One two, one two
And this is, the hardcore raw
Lyrical law, never seen before
And I am, D.M.C.
And for all of y'all
This is the way, we reckless
never cooks
no time write my book
and in the end I ain’t got nothin’ at all
Time Waits For No One
a year goes by in the wink of an eye
Time Waits For No
The vapors from the gun
The Vic's from what I'd done
The truth is your body get humid if fire hitchu
You put a door between us while I cried and it seems
I'm
When you walked in the room it's like
I could feel the air change and just soften up a bit
Then my soul leave my body turn from the vapor into rain
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
Cops pointing Guns like my Body A shooting Gallery
Intentions To put holes In me like Makaveli Autopsy
Stop and frisk Pull me over Search the whip
Soprano Family)
I pray they don't come for us (come for us)
I'ma be fresh as hell if the feds watchin'
Cookin in my gallery (whip, whip, whip)
Turnin'
On Middle Earth, nights of the loud vapors
Day and night, we on prowl for that power, paper
And if it's sweet for that now and later, mine it till
You better watch for the sweep
Look them people gon' act a ass if you get caught in the street
I'm layin off in some room by my bitch duckin' them
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