Lyrics:
gave it a ring
The ex dee hit em put him in a sling
Don't fuss wit these niggas I know ima king
You snitched on ya bro and I thought that was gang
You
with a cleaver
With the sling, sling, sling and chop, chop, chop
Get them on, nigga
'Cause tonight we're havin' chopped liver
And I'ma cut out'cha
a list, ah, that'll be fine
If you wanna sling mud in my face
Tell you what, you can get to the back of the line
I don't live in the past, it ain't gonna
as we bring on home, sling and stone
Finally awoke and
Everything's comin' into focus
Widescreen's up
Got that big picture
I am not gonna waste another
at the jocks
Sling shot your whole crew
Skipping class til the prefix get my ass
Fuck the grass and the Crab
Do what I want don't gotta ask
Put you in the locker
giants with my sling, shot
Like David I'm a bring
God with me, and the squad with me
Spiritual warfare, yeah it's not pretty
Unh
Big stepping with the King
don't let it destroy you
And I won't hold you
In case no one told you
Consequence is loyal
What god mold can't spoil
Wanna see sling something be oil
Colors are simple things
The more I feel, the more I sling
Loved and lost, in your head
Without love, without shame
Colors are simple things
Sling and Stone
Flesh and Bone
Put on Bronze helmet
Take up your oaken shield
With sword and javelin
Step onto the battlefield
Oh Israel, I defy you!
Soon as I step in the ring, boy, I feel like I'm David with a sling, I can hear him scream
An underdog if I seen one
Swearing I'm a heathen
Claiming
Got that revolver bout sling it in the wind
Got that revolver bout to go sin again
Fully loaded tank and a mad 6 cylinder
Smoking on that dank yea
Cooper road make a few more slings then bounce
How the fuck you fit that ass in them Hugo jeans
Spent my very last coin on some new chlorine
With some VVS
my thing, can't do my thing
I still got two more half a pound to sling, pounds of sling
Say I still be flexing to much in my bullet proof black truck
a long, long way
The boss man has got mine in a sling
But I'll be swingin' when I loosen up my strings
Every night when the sun goes down
You won't
Yo, yo, yo
From the heart of Medina to the head of Fort Greene
Now I see everything
Niggas who sling
Shaolin' cats thrown inside a bing
dollar girl (Uh)
Street dreams are made of these
850 IS and GS3s
You travel the world tryna sling a ki
Everybody's looking for something
I got no time
thing
I am your dark sin
I am the Snake King
I am the whip sting
I am the war sling
I am the Snake King
Snake King
Still looking for a meaning
or gon' say it
Police comin' 'round where we post up and we sling at
Supposed to hold me down if you my bro, just don't say that
Too much hate around,
Listen we know
Jumping out the roof
Take a pic you need the proof
Like what, listen baby we know
Sling it to my gunners like Marino
Seen em plotting
to the chest
Aye that's that Derrick Rose
Okay qué pasa mommy, hit a cart-wheel
She like the way I sling that D, no cartel
Okay qué pasa holmes
And you don’t
ain't slingin' nines
Niggas know I been sling iron
Fifteen with that cutlass
Out that window tryna blow his mind
Youngin off that Perc, I
Ain't have no
to drink alone and it was just as well
He was the king of trash, he could sling it around
On Jazz Street
She was the angel of Poverty, she followed him
and your heart in a sling
Tax man hell I ain't got it
Keep the tags on and the motor humming
If it don't get me from A to B I'll be running
Somebody'd look
mouth when dem ah do minimal
Ask hawky how we deal wid it physical
We nuh sling fist, hot copper hot copper nothing typical
Them boy nuh no criminal
Run
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