Lyrics:
boy, this Glock ain't no goalie, bro
Say you 'bout what you claim and then show me though
One in the head, you gon' die tryna toe to toe
Trench kid,
funky video for you
Spiraling smoke plooms
Doesnt seem like what smoke would do
Bathtub that the buildings sat in never blew
7 buildings with the WTC
who art in heaven
Bless those who wish good U
Upon your kids
Destroy the evil and show us The light
Give us the key to success
This wasn't a prayer
drawing an eye as another train passes by.
And it felt like
I was in a music video
It felt like
I was in a music video
It felt like
Like I was in a music
in the cemetery
Watch a cool nigga just
Slide by
Pull up in trench coat
In a pinto
Better recognize
40 Days 40 nights
I'm taking out every life
Civil
can be our own role models in time
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
You better ask some body
I'm doing really good
knocked on my door I didn’t see my PO
Straight from the trench I can’t talk to them folks
I always gotta keep it real with my bros
Watch who you trust
Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone
Da damn baby, I been smokin'
Been chokin' and it's so potent baby
We high baby
And you got the silver Gucci by my
in there
It sounds pretty good, but check this out
Though you already talked about the music
Let's hear some facts about video games, go!
Super
the fiends just before nigga
Watch me cook up on the stove nigga
Nigga be mad with the fake look
Why you mad ain't your day good
My bitch happy I slang wood
I
I had a Huffy
You could ride the handlebars
Got some battle scars but
That means I survived
Now I'm lookin' for a lady to walk by my side
Better like
impossible to live
Cause lack of innocence to give
Survive by a gun or succumb to one (Choose)
Mother's mourning their sons (Mikey G)
Battle of good and evil
living the good life, good life
Everything is tight, money right
Everybody want to be by you're side, trying to ride
Such a good life, good life
When
clik,
Get tossed and it'd do you no good,
Can't fuck with my gang no thing,
And the bullets they ring out
Strangle the man, and drug 'em up off
're the noob of the noobs you got no balls only boobs
Don't even edit your videos, are you kidding bro
Get a life or at least some good clips, because
They said, "Good looking"
Paused the video the moment his phone ring
That fast dollar was his only problem
No matter how many times I
Showed him
and that rocker in the video
I'm sellin' zips either hittin' his licks
I ain't givin' you shit, holler at me
I gotta get it
I gotta flip it
You know I'm
No matter where this life takes me
I just wanna make sure my city never says I turned back on em
You get amnesia when the fame hits
So I wrote this
Yeah, day party at my crib, you invited
Day party at my crib, bring a lighter
Don't be going out by the deep-end if you can't swim
Ain't no
killin' these bitches)
Yeah, now imagine a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
a group of little girls nine through twelve
On the internet watchin' videos listenin' to songs by themselves
It doesn't really matter if they have parental
provided by Liqour inc. We've got all the food you can eat, provided by Fast Food Industries. We got all the drugs you can consume, provided by Worlds Drug
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
work hard cause I rise from the trench
So one Dey I go Cruse in the benzo
Me and you our love nobe 2 by 2
As we Dey suffer for money and food
We go rich
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