Lyrics:
the looks to the field yo
We can party with P.T.s on T.P. with a tub of hennesse
Three hoes screamin 'cause they straight out da hood
Chi-town pimps that all
beep beep I am not you
3peat ina 3 week
I need 3 rings but I can buy 2
Check da pc get no pt
I'm on preheat cause I cannot cool
Was in pe wi no clean
empty, I'm gonna plenty
Gently, put you in your place, don't try to tempt me
Just three, one little Indian smoking in a tree
One little Indian smoking in
DIE FOR YOU
YO BLOOD IS RED
MY BLOOD IS RED
WE CAN WORK WIT THAT
THEN THATS WHAT IT IS
VERSE
EVERYDAY
P-T
EVERYTHING
3-B
1 MILE
2 MILE
3 MILE
E-Z
[DJ Paul:]
Yo, Right now we gonna dedicate this to all our soldiers,
Over there fightin for us,
You know what I'm sayin,
For all our fallen
come
To ride the storm, and damn the rest, oblivion
Royalty and dignitaries, brandy and cigars
Grey lady giant of the skies, you hold them in your
come
To ride the storm, and damn the rest, oblivion
Royalty and dignitaries, brandy and cigars
Grey lady giant of the skies, you hold them in your
brother number fucking two
My time on these 1's and 2's
I'm on this track like running shoes
I dedicate this one to Cletus
Anderson for working harder
Than
These look well speckly, bit of green and blue,
Freeze is well cheap though, so i'll take three if i need to.
Right im on the plan, i wish
to the cross
[N] Now Stoute started hating me, hanging with my enemies
[L] They ask everyday on my block
[L] How did I survive in ? by keeping it gangsta, why
to the cross
[N] Now Stoute started hating me, hanging with my enemies
[L] They ask everyday on my block
[L] How did I survive in ? by keeping it gangsta, why
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Diamond and Grimm]
[Diamond]
Dimaond pop the balla scene
Smoke two joints where I can beam
Flip the scene bizatines
Sippin lean
da water
Brand new whip just got it imported
I'm bout to drink on ace
By the end of the night
Umma be with somebody daughter
Bet she gon do whatever I
hope that you got it
Need whips thats exotic
On this shit I plotted
I got it (I got it)
You play tag by yourself
Bitch you not it (Bitch you not it)
I
and the smokers are both pacin'
Got one eye on Minneapolis P.T. they both racin'
3 for 50 is the supply and demand, and the
Twin Cities' American heartland,
on that grape (Yeah Yeah)
I'm sippin' on that drank sippin' on that drank
Braids hanging low like I'm Brandy
I'm tryna make it to get some Grammy's
Big
to hurt me a hoe
I'm in the club on this riddlin' nigga and puffin' the dro'
You already know, bitch it's PT
And ain't naan nigga in here gon' fuck wit
I hear no excuses, make sure you understand me,
Almost doesn't count my nigga, ask Brandy
Full house, royal flush, what you holdin'?!
You'll
could son you by one-uppin' you, that's just not what I'm bout (Okay)
I'm bout better livin', better houses, better days livin' wit my spouse (Shee)
You
entirely sure how I'm supposed to make it by
Without these people in my life
Three boys that I played ball with in every stadium light
My guardian angel in
trimesters fly by then now they biting my style wow
I'm bout to birth some wack rappers
Leave the earth then double back
Cause I need a verse and a couple
Nintendo games
If you listen and pay attention I’m in a class all by myself
Feel like detention, nah
I’m just the line leader of the new school
Sicker than
reality drunk
The two by fours and three by fours the six by nine
I'm pushing the grind I'm putting the time up
So you get yours while I get mine
listen/ now what you say: horrified dreams/ wake up/ that’s one scream/ day by day/ now you here again
Pt 2
Oracle flow/ listen it’s me/ I get her pussy
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