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The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
get deep, I get deep, I get deep, I get deeper, deeper, deeper
Into the rhyme
Chillin' in the corner at the shelter all by myself
Checkin it out
dirt push it up
By then
Before i leave got fuck u and stand
Snow white to deep
Snow white to deep putting in
Some lean
Is that why i leave
Is that why i
can't move made a killing
But im feelin like I ain't through
Ain't no snitchin
Bitch I stickin to my same rules
To tell the truth
Shit I feel like im
hurt you 'till you bleed
All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep
Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name
Tell
you 'till you bleed
All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep
Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name
Tell them
you 'till you bleed
All these niggas in my city, we put snitches six feet deep
Tattle-tellin' in the jail and niggas yellin' out your name
Tell them
three, you understanding me?
Told my brothers too stay solid ain' no switchin' up
Had to take lil buddy down we caught him snitchin' up
don't allow
Like long fingernails and men arching they eyebrows
Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve
How all of a sudden snitchin
ignore!
V25 Group
(and individual lines by each)
1/2 group 1 & 2
Agreed…
1/2 Group 3 & 4
Here here
All Group
I say we finally ignore
1/2 Group 1 & 2
face, cut your face
You halfway, wanna-be thug, stay snitchin'
Latin king, surgery-type with face stichin'
The house game? missile style? play in
the city of the mo
Man tho I'm a pisces its the tales of a scorpio
I wear Polo or maybe Isod
You pick the paradise its really by the bank wad
-Equipto
Shit
And she givin' info, told where to hit for
Put 'em deep with Tony lil' cousins and his kin folk
Paulie on some other shit, tryna get 'em sent for
Them
niggas snitchin cause they talk To the cops
Dont get to tripping when i ask for My guap
Im steady tippin you can tell by my Walk
Spiking a fanta with
Got a story that they want, just to close their case
Dropped the truth and then I testified, I exposed my ace
He not a friend, for snitchin', he turned
Gimme a hot second, and I'mma put you on
It's all messed up somebody snitchin on the crew
And word is on the street is they got pictures of you
Homicide
Whoosh
When you got your brain doing small time thinking 3up the 3up
Couples are together what you saying about lockdown
You need to 3up the 3up
If
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that
I'm stuck in a mood where nothing is wrong But shit jus dnt feel right
No I'm not a fool my mind is jus gone it be back by the end of the night
Dont
Deep deep In Your Shallow heart
Give a stroke to your work of art
Fall asleep in your shallow parts
Now who's leader here
I followed Garvey by textbook
Mafia way, Lavish way
We Kill niggas for fuckin up the mob
Facts
Live by code die by that bitch, RIP Kimbo
When you in the hood with that chicken
Another week night, semi-tipsy deep sigh, staring as I scroll by fakers on my screen
I'm torn between sleep deprived or getting lightly lit like
the D.A. while you made your deal
Three thousand miles away and I could hear you still
Half these niggaz snitchin yo and that's for real
I know it's hard
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