Lyrics:
'em up, get 'em up
Throw 'em up, throw 'em up, throw 'em up
This is for the fire girls that's all here
This is for the fire boys that's all here
bitches
I think about it every minute, ain't stoppin' my mission
On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision
Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em
all again...
My heart has heard the sound of harmony
Blind to it, as my tears fall again
It's only by the music I'll be free
There's something in
motherfuckin' slug (bang)
Cause fuckin' with the kid is
The grounds of being drugged
Mister mister Face the hardest
Nigga being heard
Cause all I have in this
nigaro it ain't
Shit to brake 'em off I'm brakin' 'em off with chunks
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks
And drive-by shootin'
the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the real gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
on God
Give me time, I'm trying to find
Peace of mind, it's hard to find
Get the bag, it's all mine
I'm a monster, by design
I don't kick it with
warriors
Hearing they won the fight's the biggest joy you've ever heard
October now, we out wearing our ribbons
'Cuz we all joined your fight, we all made
space tricky! Darn this solar system anyway! Nothing but space trickys. Get the phasers on that bird.
HUNKIE
Captain! Captain! All the stars have
season 3
Cause the F. I. R. E. sung when they heard of Me
Man fuck I got a mean addiction
Way I smack up a whole pack of Niggas
Smoke 'em by the pack I'm
Woah, woah, woah
Woah
Gang
Woah Gang
Woah, woah
Third, woah
Ayy, Aye we on em bad
556 go chasin', hit em in the ass
Take the gloves up off your
from cherishin' all my kills
Paid three stacks for the pair and ain't wore 'em still
Heard my man got knocked with a brick and I caught a chill
Before
this joint b
I love y'all man, real bro, for real man
I think by every day that go by, I just be thinkin' bout y'all for real
You, Kurt, everybody
I
picking my face still don't talk to nobody I pray
All my niggas from the jungle I be hanging wit' the apes
Treat a nigga like a puzzle we gon' put 'em in
don't care
He'll have that red shit pourin' out your hair
Nigga, any fuckin' time nigga, any fuckin' where
Make 'em bleed is the motto that I live by
By our bling bling ring ring and I can't debate it
Low riders hittin' on switches
As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon
What y'all need to do is throw
rag drop, and the west had it locked
Everybody doing 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block
Like "damn, I'ma be a failure"
Surrounded by thugs, drugs,
tell me that I ain't shit
For wut?
Ion talk to em jus sit back spark a spliff
Again they talkin shit
About that line too but it prolly all legit
Used
niggas to wait on
Imma show all a you bitches watching
I ain't one of them niggas be up in problems
I be chilling I count a couple dollars then I flip em
it too
All his fans in New York loved him
There's no one above him
Here in the USA
I've heard 'em say ol' Eddie was the man
Oh how he could
Heard em' hating from out of bounds
Learn to love me now, woah
Baby bad, got her sneaking out
I can hold it down for you
But for you I can't stay they
(yeah)
Got the product, by the quart
Made a trillion in first quarter
Rocking Jordan's on the court
Put em on the earth, in the core
And my stallion pedal,
that shit knock
Thought I told 'em I would never stop
Are you mad that a young motherfucker that
Was living with a dream givin' every
Single thing that
kill 'em
They look like Scottie Pippen, woo!
You hear that 'Gatti engine, woo!
You heard I'm karate flippin', woo!
Now haters, they ought to mention
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