Lyrics:
the kitty purs
All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust
Had that money right or end up in the trunk taped up
We don't chase and duck, we only
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
Quick to burst a child I'm livin' worse than foul
I pack two techs in case ya crew flex
I wet up the set in a second yell who's next
To feel the wrath
shit, I make the rules that I live by
In and out the house, late at night, and plus I got high
The homies influenced me to be the G of all G's
Imagine me with all of us
Imagine me never bustin
Five-nine could crop dust it
Imagine me in the shawty, shorty
Bumpin’ Conceited by "Milli" one, two
that I shoot
Lowkey I'm trynna get out so I moved
Don't make go back to Denver
I promise i'll shoot you in front of my new crew
Do you wanna (Die)
I know
ain't taking no loan
It's Zoeway bitch I ain't here alone
Thinking back it was two in the morning
Had my shit in her mouth she was yarning
She won't
to disagree
Six songbooks written
By the time I was fifteen
Born in the middle class
Success never guaranteed
I used to wonder why
The older folks never made it
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
gone get a plate.
I got some haters i know why my gun my boo keep it close by im loving her head its so fye i bust then i leave driveby
Im in the hood
telekenetically gifted,
Took a minute to exhibit that I'm sick with it"
"Have you any idea what I'll do to crews like you
How many niggas in my career I've ran
Tossing periods in front of false reps?
It's not the 187 when the 360 slept
You swallow the cake from the plate of elevate
Or you might get sparked by
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing
Ride alone
Outlaw
Die alone
Outlaw
Sipping whiskey getting by
That's the way I live my life
I ain't coming down tonight
I'm an outlaw ride or die
We just got news live in Mumbai where a fatal car crash has been taken place at 2:30 am in the midnight when a truck rammed into a Red LaFerrari.
Twelve by six, y'all two are my hell
Nine millimeter right by my bedside
Thinking "should I blow my brains, or should I live another night?"
I been going
Qhola nɛ sende me this instrumental.
Ma ma nfa biibi for my brother and my sister.
In the ghetto, wo hye a fa didi da, sua Nyansa.
Yɛɛ tu ne fo no tie
read)
seven deep in the jeep with the camel top,
everybody and they drunk as hell,
?? and awesome dre and anybody by the right would see us
(cause we
That's my adrenaline
So we purge sandusky, purge zimmerman
Purge every mother fucker rapin' women in
Purge niggas killin' kids, back to back in two vans
Me
caught in my head just singing
Singing these words, I'm
Seeing in birds eye
Gold face with some words by
Yours truly, what you want me to prefer you by
No
ready to read
Oughta be a good night
We're live in three, two
Fuck, man, busted on a hot mic
Cuz it's a hurricane
A hurricane party
End days
Every other
by you
Know it's going down you come inside my room and
I need all my bitches with me five times two
It's a lot of niggas moving, it's like they don't
barely many first we get the guap then its phase two (Tudu)
Dashboard semi-semi look inside the ride just the main crew
Park it in the lot then we make
truly mock me
But who can stop me, from breakin' niggaz off like Fujiyaki?
My crew's probably the only niggaz that really live the lyrics
Niggaz
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