Lyrics:
FUCK y'all niggaz talkin' bout cheddar
[Ras] Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
[Can] Four swordsmen
[Ras] From the land
nigga, attackin' ya.
These 4-5 hollow tips will have you backin' up.
I only do my dirt at night like dracula.
I'm wanted by the feds, these
My verbals and graphic grammar
My verbal murder stretch from
Alaska to Alabama
Get touched by my Arm & Hammer
All across the planet
Niggas crumble like
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Just get off my block
Lord Have Mercy, Busta Rhymes. Flipmode Trilogy
A yo, we ain't familiar at all, nigga
Don't like it? Go grab your gat
Overload over hoes
Need someone new now (yeah)
Call of duty started vietnam
Back in nuketown
Shot a nigga in his head
Now my mind got it on loop
Its
I look up
Yeah and I take my time nigga
I'mma take my time, woah
Power moves only
Boy I'm 'bout my business on business
I drink liquor
You're still beautiful to me, 'cause you're my mom
Though far be it from you to be calm
Our house was Vietnam, Desert Storm
And both of us put together
You're still beautiful to me, 'cause you're my mom
Though far be it from you to be calm
Our house was Vietnam, Desert Storm
And both of us put together
changed my mind
But still, the wars go on, as the years go by
With no love of God or human rights
And all these dreams are swept aside
By bloody hands
Clips like movies, huh (movies, huh)
Goin' dumb, goin' crazy, sip some, kill some
Red rum, Vietnam, send a bomb, go dumb
Out my body, out my, out my
through SC
Just walk on by, nigga, just walk on by
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
Before you fuck up my high
If you see me in
sealed in
The projects, lifeless like a Vietnam vet
Constant war, sever threats of enemy conquest
Crooked cops comb my building complex that's in
real life thoughts
My step dad really held his own in Vietnam
It was kill or be killed all hooked on heroin
Even though they didn't know wut they was
Trynna go up by myself nigga do it on my own
That why I barley get niggas on my fucking songs
I can read through these niggas like a motherfucking psalm
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer
my head and my woman by my side
Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive"
If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can
model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now where's
model, you just hit the lotto
Oh-oh, oh-oh, bitches hoppin' in my Tahoe
Got one ridin' shotgun and no, not one of 'em got clothes
Now where's
reppin)
I'm the freshest from dirty, Westside rollin close to {?}
From the alley, habits, might die from a overdose
On a mission my vision, clouded by
I have prayed for America
I was made for America
It's in my blood and in my bones
By the dawn's early light
By all I know is right
We're going
asi that all my people leave it demonstrated that we are humble but enabled well and if a business remembers the war of Vietnam that were single as they
150 on my arm
While my niggas in the field like Vietnam
We them gods yea yea
Tryna bring us home, ain't no taking thrones
We encoded BYOT, gotta bring
it wadn't
Shit's hectic the bomb Vietnam rhyme Don
With the semi-auto fracture your torso to ya spine
The back cracker smack you with
My
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