Lyrics:
him by inches, he sprinted
Some of his boys on the corner was who your bullets entered
Two of 'em pull through, but one didn't, son's finished
You took
shit
Two hundred pounds of Kush, I'm tryna sell that shit
My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm gonna sell
Never give up and wi never lose hope
And wi never sell out and never sell dope
Now ironically everything weh' we say
They say it's dope
Then Sasco,
Buy it by the brick and I sell it by the O
Sak kap fet nigga shout out to my zoe
At the gun store like eenie miney moe
Before I make a move line my
a dog a bone
I'm still down to sell crack
Out a fiends home
God bless the child with a flawless flow
Say gave a nigga the talent to push blow
Like a pimp
for my children and my kin
Til my brothers out the motherfucking pen I'm going in
Verse 2 (Ice-T)
Fuck it
Bout to bust it with guns in broad
Gon' gun you down
I got a gun with a leg, nah
Just a long ass clip
I need some super head, yeah
From a bad-ass bitch
And I pop out with two thousand
Gun on da hip to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
Gun on da hip, to pull it out
These bullets in the clip, to shoot 'em out
with them guys that society begrudges
We been thuggin' worldwide got arenas buzzin'
We survived gettin' fronted by Ilena cousin
Before you could sell
Looking for me, a one-way ticket out
Don't understand
What's so hard to figure out?
They gives us guns and drugs
Then wonder why in the fuck we thugs
They
called, Edutainer
You'll find the law of balance on the two turntables
So look out for the FRESH Edutainer label
[KRS-One]
Biddi-by-by, by
But no sell-out, I guess I'm just barred
I ain't changin' mine for no body
They bleeped words from Doug's LA-DE-DA-DE
I can't get a bleep? What's
Experiment in rooms on some bare bitch project
State senators, life twirls, most sell out
Like a dread with a white girl
You want me to cypher with you
and niggaz with jobs on the side sell weed
I feed off the hunger that a bum or abandoned child gets
Freaky, like Marv Albert, in outfits, by Chaka Givens
I
untouchable
All I can know is 365 days of pain
My name, how to sell cocaine
And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof
I can aim and shoot
niggas should know that by now (Brrr dab)
I'm tryna sell you the swag, you lil niggas should order it now
Smokin' a pound of gas now, keep it goin',
everything was gonna be aight
And she was right and that's one reason why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
Word
Ain't sell my soul, but I came out rich
I need the dip, just to go with my chips
If you ride my wave
You might need you a ship
Don't regret what I
guns, I can't run out
Slip on his block for so long, now the sun out
Got rich, turn my apartments up, I took my chain back to the compund
We go by
everything was gonna be aight
And she was right and that's one reason why I love her
But everything she said went in one ear and out the other
Word
head, all you got 'em scared
All by myself, Koop shout in my bed
Sell a bitch that swole, we cook this in stoves
Paul pass me a swisher and blow out
than my phone screen, let's go
Fur floor, mask on, bare feet, nigga
100k a week, that's a bad week, nigga
I can sell dogs to a cat freak, nigga
Sell
Man I ain't gonna be shit in the morning after drinking that
If I can sell you the American dream,
I can sell you anything
I got to get out
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
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