Lyrics:
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Day by day leave you K I A
We don’t play no games get out of our way
If you cross me with no hesitance
I will stomp your ekg into residence your
trusting the assumptions
All while under the unknown hundreds above us
Life echoing lack of function
Lost to a hand dealt by the infinite crushing
Virtue
Oooh daddy, I'm a scavvy boi
Oooh i just wanna make you proud
Live by the gun die by the bullet
Dick like a trigger, goes pop when I pull it
All
hanging on by 1 thread
That's why I all, always fall for you
Post post:
I might explode like a hand grenade
Soon I'm gonna detonate
30 seconds give
grave
Light work by lantern, I still call a shovel a spade
Giant panda, big grass all in my face
Walking with a Panther, going back to Cali
Deion
final
I'm not to be trifled
I'm nothing but malice
You'll have more than scratches than vinyl
The wrath that I cause is by you
I'll fuck you up like
She took out her grenade, pulled out the pin and raised it above her head
Is this what you want?
She breathed in, counted to 10 and prayed for it all
Believe me when I say I'm not pedestrian
It's a lot of stress since, I just learned my lesson
I been feeling like one of the greats
Buy it by
freedom
Sentenced to death
By taking a false step
Feeling I'm going to see
My legs shattered
Or all my body
Dismembered
Explosions blast
Rushing bullets
my chain swinging
I grab my piece, so that shit won't damage the paint
Chest naked holding a drink
We got these hoes by the brain, we black rap
men, and snitch on kids
Yo my ice go, platinum grenade for show
Tell what? Go tell your little stink ass hoe
So what I got Dou, she ain't going
wasn't nice
But his hand grenades looked very mean
And the luger down his trousers
Well that was twice as obscene
When we touched down in Cuba
wasn't nice
But his hand grenades looked very mean
And the luger down his trousers
Well that was twice as obscene
When we touched down in Cuba
wasn't nice
But his hand grenades looked very mean
And the luger down his trousers
Well that was twice as obscene
When we touched down in Cuba
salvo's en granaten
Daybreak brings machine gun fire and grenades
Daartussen and in between
Onverstoord door het gebulder
Undisturbed by the endless roar
livin' like that
Tripped over the crack, crippled by circumstance
Nigga gotta face the facts, make this world your own
Sun sprinkled light for this
wet my lips I thought I had it made
Like Valentino with a hand grenade
I made my move with my libido on
And she circled once, then she dropped
sons
Chavo was the oldest one
Old man Gory could pop, like a live grenade
Raised his boys in the way of the trade
Hector and Mando, young Eddy
feelin like the best, nobody fuckin with us
We done turned to a bygone don crew
We got the semi Kimora like Djimon Hounsou
A lifetime criminal, live by
your dial on 187
Now, some new music by some
Homeboys out of South Central here's ATL
And they called this one livin' like hustlers
Let me start it off,
wet my lips I thought I had it made
Like Valentino with a hand grenade
I made my move with my libido on
And she circled once, then she dropped
with president Grant
Now I walk in right according to plan
Smooth Latin grooves by the band led by Zan
He's singing "One Man"
That's my jam
Sexy girls
plated guns and grenades
To blow up, I got news from the informers
I'm trapped in corners, busting shots at Time-Warner's (ayy, yo)
My man Big Ty, he
this urban drama
Every day our sons and daughters are led to the slaughter
Indoctrinated by a complacent social order
Decapitated they’re trying
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