Lyrics:
show two colors, that’s mixxy matching
I be wit’ scammers they fuck wit’ Da Breash & I fuck wit’ em too cause it’s gets me fashions
You got a bank
Agent Smith?
I stay up late at night on a daily basis
Plagued by the demon of insomnia
Letting my mind drift and wander in thought
While bumping Sade
will shoot you
So knock it off, like Biggie Smalls said Duke you soft
Why you want to fuck with the boss?
[Parrish Smith]
Where should I start?
Cannon tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Don't come around here
Only real niggas allowed
We’ll kill you, one in the head
talkin' that shit then we
Sickology 101 futuristic B-Boyz shit
Your first lesson given to you by (Mr. Smith!)
KC MO stand up, young niggas represent
Ey, ask me what I
a bus, nigga
Mionetto, the Chef is on ill levels
Be the custom ill bezel, we get down
All the hills meddle
Real rebels that run through the real ghettos
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
want deep leave 'em behind
Aiyo
1-2-3-4-5-6-7
Blaze the hot trizack
Shine like heaven
7-6-5-4-3-2-1
Come on Mr. Smith come get some
My
and hussle
Nigga we got dem flippers for that ass
{2x}
Verse Two: {Yella Boy}
Like Black and Moe I got this shit sold
Cock diesel by my side another homicide
me thinking that could heal
Tryna celebrate my Independence Day, Will Smith
Baby girl, who I'm kiddin'? Still sick, real
All my new, seem to get old
millenium, propehicies, I'm fulfillin' 'em
Everywhere I go, people be yelling "Yo, that's Will and them"
I check the rhyme like Quest
Sat and wrote some
(ATL Jacob)
VVS's dripping down my neck, I'ma drown ho
Smith and Wesson, thinking I'm a game, I'm like Rambo
Came a long way from the trenches
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
the lake
Real estate is an investment, house is in the A
Try to block me from my blessin', get shot in the face
With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'm a fool with
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
Motherfuckin' real G's
Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless
Yo Dre, what's up
Boy you should have known by now
Stop him in his tracks, show
navy seals
You know we tote them Smith & Wessons not them Smith n Will's
Bullets fill a nigga up jus like burger happy meal
Okay who say they want
for the winter, got plenty of women
Exotic my reefer, my prices be cheaper
My car a two-seater, this hybrid sativa
I Fendi my sneakers, my side bitch
fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin', last night
Two kids shot while
been, I've been workin
But sounds makin danger, and black birds chirpin
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm, and I'll play
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
just want to spit man I don't need this grief
[VERSE TWO]
[HOST]
I mean you got Will smith and jada Beck's and posh,
J-low and Ben aflet, 50 and vivica
at will
Will I kill you
Fly will peel you off the map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Mmm, call it mystic
fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin', last night
Two kids shot while
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