Lyrics:
a mark
I bet you get your ass kicked hanging at the park, bitch!
You'd better watch your back
Before you get jacked by a nigga with a gat
Cause Life is
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
Nigga, you need to git up, git out and git something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't
to the bar, drinks on us
If ya'll wanna hang out with the gangstas, ya'll go 'head
I'm just gonna count a little motherfuckin' bread
If ya'll wanna slither
shit on replay
For that mf money i got real love
Thatn pack over 28 get vaccum sealed up
And i dont hang around these niggas they aint real enough
I
bare feet
Throw in that Van Morrison CD
Chip away little by little till you find your groove
I'll pick up some take-out
We can just hang out
Levi's
my head, I've seen my man in a coffin
Red Eye receipts I never read, we back to back in them Chargers
I don't wanna fuck up your face, that's what I
of niggas want some fame, but I won't say no names[01:53.68]You got finesse just tryna hang, that's when they took your chain[01:56.86]223s and 556s, bitch,
child[01:09.03]Lookin down on em thinking that ya better than them[01:10.86]Driving by, shaking your head on the way to the gym[01:12.76]You never thought for
before, do it again
Thougths in my head
Of a 16 year old little fucking punk
Sitting in his classroom
Drawing a gang sign on a folder
In his
I'm talking Coke Boy money, it's money you never seen
Nigga the drug money, we get it by any means
I turned one brick to a three, we flip it to 16
One voice singing in the darkness
All it takes is one voice
Singing so they hear what's on your mind
And when you look around you'll find
There's
umbrella, yeah
Mama hold her head and cry
'Cause her son had been shot down by police and died
"Oh why? Oh why?", is what she cry, she cry
Mama hold her
her. She said “your father left when your mum was pregnant and she had to survive all by herself” Now he wants your custody so he can maltreat you, but
body
I might sit straight on your home
Kill them all
Make sure they dead
I want see red blood
And when we caught them in the mall
We punched they head
Uptown when I'm bored
But I'm with a sweet one
Got blocked by my sneaky link
Brass and ain't got nuttin going on
But your out telling gyal that your
of
'Cause the way you hang your head
Nobody can tell
Your my Virginia bluebell
My Virginia bluebell
Even through a storm
A flower can bloom
You just
killin' (killin')
I hang with the murderers, the robbers, the villains (yeah, yeah)
You know all the vibes, I'm with all the business (yeah)
Your bitch
circles in my head
Day by day, I'm getting by
And I'll watch the sun come out and burn a hole right in between your eyes
Day by day, I'm doing my time
a heat-seeking torpedo
Move out the country
Might go to Toledo
Get a new suit
New Armani tuxido
Call up your girl
Make her sit on that C note
Getting money by
pain
Though I swear to God I'll hang
Myself if I get married again
When I get up at breakfast time
She'll tap me on the head
When I come home at dinner
a close up of his head..."
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop Is Out Of Stock
Hang Myself...Half Mast
Makeshift Patriot
The Flag Shop is Out
it equal
Im still running around
Tryna get it equal
Around 15 maybe 16
Couple oz's in my ripped jeans
By my ballsack po search me
They aint find
Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block, two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains
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