Lyrics:
and m1s and they all for sale
Got that 9mm got that 10mm
got that little duece duece and they all for sale
got that old trey pound
got that new fore pound
Ayo check this out son
This is my man Nas Escobar
And I go by the name of Cormega you know
(you gonna get your self murdered)
Yo check this out
the guys
I might not be the 1 but I ride with the 5
We shoot 7 or 8 bet he meet God by 9
Clientele jumping got packs on the line
I break up the back while I
nine
I'm in a Jersey state of mind
I've seen all the movie stars
In their fancy cars and their limousines
Been high in the Rockies under the evergreens
Through the lights, cameras
And action glamour, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll
Plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased
By then
state with a sentence
Frozen weight in a couther
Six plates to soup ya
On due we always cruise
Right by the state troopers
When I'm drinkin with sal
I
Bodies be droppin' down around Queens
By different teams, it's the Teens that tear your ass out the frame by
The seams
The end of the drama center,
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
Weak-ass, character misfits
You know it wouldn't, last forever with endeavors
Multiple bad moves, your head, you finally severed
Recaptivated, by the new
caught missin' screw faces
He snapped out then he shot him out his shoelaces
All I know is screw faces
Catch a body and beat it to catch new cases
Locked
watch
Pick it up turn to them they like what's that you got
Open my hand 9 years old It was my first crack rock
Let me get bop you don't know what you
just keep it real by design
And my mama done raised me right
I took it all in over Father Time
I feel like it's made me one of a kind
With a new state
the shipping could take like 7-10 days Couple of plates keep shit moving. 823 gsc be the movement free grip loose him Brodie was wild they had to accuse em new
Curtis Jackson known for creatin' action
By rapidly clappin' nigga I stay strapped
So much I nickname gats
Got a tech I call Tina, a nine I name Nina
Two
I'm dead
When they not looking Ima cut off they head
I'm the grim reaper with seven new features
I mean seven guns to kill sinning creatures
Let's get
on death row
Got me feeling like the old Suge
God body and the flow is mean
Evil country this whole regime
Ain't nothing new it's an old machine
They drop
the SEO strategy
At least two thousand followers, at least ten thousand streams
Oh, viral marketing
We paid per click and by commission, wrote the hits,
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
tonight on a throwback vibe and I feel the magic
No sleep, state of mind and I'm out of my body, oh
Your hips, side to side, better slow down, baby, let's
and to the state
You ain't ready
{Slay Sean}
Out of control ever since I got out the hold
Fuck a P.O. I ain't got time for parole
My nine it explodes every time its
your first loosie
Think graduate to wait, take it out of state, duct tape
Anything of pulse and heroin
Emcees frozen, cuban link chains are golden
complete it's fifty states to invade
Catch a flight to a-t-l, link up with rico wade
Outkast, goodie mob, bangin out the stereo
Smokefest, nine-nine, peep
(Yeah I know the shit was crazy to me too)
(These niggas wanna go shot for shot body for body)
(Well Shit welcome to the rodeo)
(Fuck it)
I'm leaking
Start off by saying that I am the greatest then question myself what kinda great is this
We live in a state of hell I'm in a state of mind
Where I
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