Lyrics:
por en muerto
I live again, {?} nuevo
Lejo's the key, surrounded by {?} buenos
Espe sueno my dream, true desperado
Analog hermano, un punto {?} ano
president of what I claim
Still the same name, tied to this shit like I'm to blame
Then maintain, gettin' this CREAM with bloodstain
2-5-to 'cause
why we roll
two and two, four deep makes a crew
Red Yuk and Num with the sidekick Hennesey
Fuzzy, wuzza, fuzzy, little friend of me
Hitters
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ?, pretty eyes lips, thighs hips everything
Myself TheLocksta breach gang
Big up Blay Vision on this one
Cammy Riddim Freestyle
Let's get it
To book us o seven five two three me
But we ain't
grown up and old, and beyond the cop's control
They better have the riot gear ready
Tryin to bag me and get rocked steady
By the mac one-double, I
out, or in this case the dough
Roll with the blow till considered a hoe
Babies are born and pawned off to grandmama
The bitch ain't done, she still lives
ucho, co teď vydělá na důchod
Nevolal mi Mareš, zatim neděláme O2
Nepotřebujem nikoho, zvládnem to i s mou crew
Váha mejch slov minimálně milión tun
Jedu
to you
Happen to slew a crew or two
Now a couple passport stamps later dummy the fool is who
D.M.V. Let's go
Coming to you live
Me, I'm from... from
Dan
I'm a Gun Clappa fam plus I run rappers man
Fab 5 mad live blow up the spot
Dru Ha gets the paper, Black Moon still gets the props
A-yo next
this life of crime, 2 5 forever shine
[Tradegy Khadafi] 9 6 stay hungry, son collect roughly
While the streets change, me and my man remain tough
bounce, to the ounce"
More, bounce.. to the ounce!
"More bounce, to the ounce"
Check eight seven six five four three two one
Money earnin Mount
Hell of young but I'm hot
Then a blue flame
Keep it in the dark
But I ain't Bruce Wayne
Every time something up
They give my crew blame
I don't like
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I hear death knocking at my front door
I'm living every day like a hustle, another drug to juggle
Another
Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes
Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam yo I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches
Shit you won't find at old navy, two hundred zero ad
Still live shit, spit to divide cliques on some wise guy shit
Same chick from the ? , pretty eyes
Let's think about it
Pick 3, Pick 4, Pick 5
Lucky for Life pays you 'til you die
The PowerBall probably pay out crazy
But I'm going for the Billy Mega
tell it
Cuz it's comin' from a felon
The only two words that ever move me
Would set it
Huh? Niggas know, Mega's so poetic
I'mma do and die til I'm six
TakeitBackv2
Like Frederick Douglass
It's time to pick my brain apart
Lookin' at the menu, motherfucker
I'm the mane with art
The patriarch of this
as long as they can't see our faces
One, Two
One two, you got it
Wootah
Runnin' through the trenches (what?)
Runnin' through the trenches (what?)
this, you can't take it
Can't fake it, got to live it, or we gots to visit
Who is it, the exquisite, Don Mega
Walkin with my entourage, I think I'm
At 3:47, more than one hundred and fifty rounds of ammunition
Were fired into your apartment
Which was about two hundred yards away
A few moments
stay a step ahead of
This game to stay alive
Always wanted fame, always wanted cash
To live fast
Get the girls with the biggest ass
Fuck a 9 to 5, gotta
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