Lyrics:
at school he a straight student
But at night he masked up, ready to tear that ass up
Chorus x4
Verse 3: Pheno
This for my niggaz
Bismillah ir Rahman ir Raheem
If you can hear me ladies and gentlemen
Then I'm very happy that you came here
Ooh, ooh-wee
That was for Brooklyn
I’m In a trance
On expectorants
I expect rants
By Tyrannical tyrants
Promoting violence
I’m not just sitting back in silance
Bombs don’t hit hospitals
So I'm slipping and sliding right 'til the death
Then location the vault where they keep all the bread
Will I have blood on my hands
Tell me, will I be
But in case you ain't too sure a knowin'
We're gonna let you listen to us one by one
Four brothers who are blowin' our horns
How'd ya do, I'm
East in the sticks
We ingest trees by the crick
What I've made won't cease to exist
Not one to be teased cuz IM gonna live
Even if I'm diseased
Cause in Wild West Oakland
If you talk that talk
Nigga better be ready to walk that walk
I'm an artist I can outline a nigga in chalk
I listen but never
a big red pocket
Flyin' high by the time the band comes on
I'm loaded, got a fist full of cash
I'm rollin' just filed her up with gas
I'm goin'
come through your town
I'm gonna ride around in style
I'm gonna drive everybody wild
'Cause I'll have the only one there is around.
Ugh! Yow, red
Wit the clique or by my lonely
Ima stand on my word
Fuck what you heard
Fuck what they told me
Cause I'm my own my man at the end of the day
Single but
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
[Intro: Lil' Jon]
This your boy Lil' Jon
I'm here to tell you
With another one
Here we go, here we go
Well, I got DJ Smurf, D-Roc and Kaine
Years pass, people change, that's retarded
I've been goin' through the same cyclic shit
Without a garment
I've been garnet
Garnerin' respect
Til I'm
them hoes be poppin' coochies
And I still be spreadin' bullets like them freaks be spreadin' cooties
So look here niggaz, I'm Huntin' Red October
good, I call her red Snapple
Get it, that pussy so good, I get the head after
You was cool 'til I advanced past you
Now you food, but when I'm gone
a damn lie
Look at the bitches I fuck
Yeah a pint in my cup
Now I'm smoking on dead guys
I fell in love with the red eye
Took what I want as I ran by
Nah
hold me down
Gonna hear them say
Oh, oh okay
I be that, you know I'm wit it
You know I'm ready to ride
You know I'm down for whatever
I'm right by
Shit we got to be there by the morning
Aye you got the bags
Oh yeah for sure
Load up
Oh you ready to take off
About to be a long night (GO)
I'm
Trizzy Tre
Trizzay ay ay ay ayeee
3 The God Head
Renew Your Mind
Lord you've Empty me
So the old me is gone now
Im an empty vessel
So just please
a fucking mixtape
Use a Phantom in a drive-by nigga and switch plates
Getting the bigger pool the only way to diss Drake
And I'm coming
However do you
gon' fill'em with red light
Hundred fifty on the dash, got my Jesus shinin' bright
As I'm swervin' on the right
Tell the troops, that I'm ready for
until you feel my red blood heat
It's smooth and smokey 'til you ask me to hold ya
I'm getting all choked up
Wish I didn't give a fuck, but...
I'll drink
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