Lyrics:
Sounds of the Sir
Yo, yeah
Listen, yo
Watch this, yo
I've been in all types of pickles
Back when man used to roll naked
By naked I mean no
is H.A.W.K. and I'll let you know, on this track by Shadow
All go fuck blow, and kick in the fucking do'
[Hook - 2x]
[H.A.W.K.]
The Southside got
them to, everyone was signing me up
Did what I had to do, man these niggas winding me up
They give me attitude, think I might be tryin' too much
by the feeling'
Let me tell you about Christ healin'
He saved me when I was hangin out on the street
With the pimps and thugs,
Frontin' while they was
off welfare
It's hell here
Why should I vote like it's ever been fair?
My people in despair, they still balance
We hit hard like still melons
Smile
I give it to you real raw
You try to tackle me you
Couldn't make me fall
Forget the microphone you need
The iron we squeeze
Play around and you'll
kill your folks
PY ain't lackin', bitch, you know
He keep it on him, nigga
Don't give no fucks, he'll dome a nigga
Fuck that, let's switch them tones
Get
I'm smokin' in rotation
Situations gettin' tough
I don't give no fuck bout none of you niggas
That ain't a bluff i pull up make em hush
Pulled up
for the fit
My nigga off a molly, for ten racks, he'll go in blitz
Told 'em I don't got no opps, I just got niggas that be jealous
Ain't never
to view some snores
The fire in hell I use for chewing smores (you kidding me?)
My teeth are rotting out so I don't do it any more
My metaphors are
hell, "you know I'm on that shit right?"
"You knowin' what I'm with right?"
Saw them at the red light
Had to slide by 'em with the lead pipe
Treetum gone, all over coke, hit him with conspiracy cause he was on the boat,
They say he'll do 15 at the most,
We prayin for an appeal, but it is what
to begin
To spread ya Aloe head gel
Every tape has an inmate and blow up ya brain cells
All ya reactions is trapped in my time warp
And smoke 'em, ya get
I fears no evil
I'm posted outside the gates of Hell, shhh
I got the Blood of Christ so they can't prevail
I hear em talkin, they don't know I'm
ya move
You're caught inside a homicidal groove
Where only the idle loose
By violating one of life's most vital rules
Thou shalt not
But hell is a foul
that don't give a damn
About you less you clockin grands
Understand
That's game
That's the game gone till be till the end of time
Whether you dealin,
been running from suicide, but they pushing me to do it
My nigga I'm telling you, I be needing you by my side
But when I see Danny Boo face, I be
to shoot
You lie to us about it, that won't make you less of a goof
I bet your diet only consists of processed cheese
"Mister Officer can I give you more
Woo, Hell yeah where are you ah
Hey you (Hey)
Nobody better try me I put that on my soul
'Cause if a nigga try me we gon' send em home
I call up
coochie make that nigga's leg lock
And one punch to your head give a topknot
She gon' ride by my crib wit' a card lock
Man, it's goin' down, bitch
The Indians on the air shouting "fee-na-nay"
And give 'em a dime 'cause I only got eight
No matter what, no matter where I lay
Baby Jay is NOLA-bound
down, it's your boy, one and only Real McCoy
Really was on my way out, start to give you a little more!
Dope rap, shout it up, smoke it up, pour it up
the dark times of life
The plant roots so it won't get plucked in the light
Now it's on, I want my momma in a Navigator
She used to give me quarters for
you could've snapped his spine
Pigs knee to the back, hog-tied by the swine
Girlfriend's tryna hold back tears
And the driver's on the concrete yelling
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