Lyrics:
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
the gram in 2 lines like Soul Train
Hater give me heated grills no propane
[Verse 1]
One for the devil two for my God
Father please forgive me while I rock this broad!
(Tormented)
I've been lovin coochie since it was
Ichiban
And I learned that from KRS-One
Won once again like One
Like Puff, my friend, and One
One, give me one of them
Talkin' 'bout one drink, one hand
One
son in it
I'm driving down the garden to Toronto home city
With two tings that I partnered up, playing putter and possum
Then I puff with my girls
made of fake gold
Chasing after late shows
Playing mind games fuck
Reality nintendo
I keep 2 steps ahead
Visualizing the future
But I still live in
allowance
Right now I'm feeling really vibrant
Take over a ship like a pirate
Right now I live by the dolla
That's what make em really holla
No real
is surrounded by the pain and the violence
So the selling never safe
At the same time snitching to the Jake
Is the quickest way to get found
buzzing
Live in the future but back in the past I just did what I want
She yelling daddy when I'm in the back and I feel like I'm Puff
I hear 'em talking, I
on two FN's, both blue n blacc dem bitches twins
i pray err day before i sin, so when i see the opps hollows will spin
cruisin by your wake wit a big ass
Good times, good vibes with the crew we 2 Live
In the night we got drinks and the smoke, good vibes
Working all month just to live it up
So best
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some,
Ninety-ninety-motherfuckin'-two
Straight from Jersey, the Philly blunt lives on
Yo, B, tell 'em how this shit goin' down
Time, time for some,
and get high
Don't give a fuck if I die 'cause my son is alive
I grew up doing dumb shit that made me wise
Could of died ten times
That made me live
at club Shiznit,
Lil Romee-Rome just came home,
Violated parole sellin cell phones.
With his Snoop Dogg perm,
His brother Puff Sherm threw two in big worm?
to splurge on effects and reverb
Once that cue system shit hit them ears your brain's gonna curve
Drop the mister two inch, half inch for any edits
Radio
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, that's what's up
Wu-tang, nigga, Crash Ya Crew , laugh at you
You bastard, you, pass through, slap an ass or two
Hear me
Wag1 my bruddah
Been two secs where you been young gunna
My Nigga Pour Up
Bad B gives throaters
Mans feeling important
Just put on my brand new Jordans
I
irritating bunch of noise
If you dont give a damn go on throw it out
If you dont give a damn go on throw it out
The window, up against the wall
Laugh when
Raff, ring the alarm
I know Spig's got my back
Freaky Tai spark the charm
give a 1,2 for my man Pretty Lu
As i bless the rest of my New York City
barefoot willin'
Look at the chain, I snatched with a medallion worth a thousand
Cops rushed the garden made it home smilin'
Half of the crew probably
me in the streets, tried to give me dap
Andrew Cunanan ass niggaz
My two cannons blast niggaz, ass niggaz
Got me fucked up in the game, get your
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