Lyrics:
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
the king bow down
And next time you get a cut
Make the barber trim the eyebrows down
My fans like, "Cass' you the best"
Damn right I was battling before
The world listened? Cool. What’s next?
We gotta try to keep that fire lit right where our heart is
They indicted a couple of police, but we will finish what
fill you with sorrow
Similar to what I spit cause
You gon feel it tomorrow
My plan A is my plan B
Still got some fight left, so tell
Death fore I bite
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
what I told Steve McQueen in private
What I said was The Matrix is like
The Bible of the post-information age
I compared it like
When the hundred guys
bein' dead and Tekashi still livin' is a crime
God, you gotta do better, you been fuckin' up lately
Bro, all I hear is Pop Smoke when I turn on my radio
other shit
They like to talk behind your
Back, but in your face, they ride yo' dick
That's why I stay tight with my crew
So what you gon' do when we come
Cheer up, Brian. You know what they say.
Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad.
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When
shit you betta not forget
Verse Two: Eazy-E
Eazy E's the name feared by most
When, a lil nigga is thrown in the pen
But on the streets there's two
live it up
She make me beg for it 'til she give it up
And I say the same thing every single time
I say you the fuckin' best (ayy)
You the fuckin'
live it up
She make me beg for it 'til she give it up
And I say the same thing every single time
I say you the fuckin' best (ayy)
You the fuckin'
is legit
License legit
Money Legit
Get of my shit
What you tryna stop me for
I ain't been drunk
I ain't been high
I been lit
Battery 100 percent
Bet
I send the
police to the grave, and when I'm finished, nigga, bring the
yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll
off
back down at the botttom
Nigga tryna get back right for the summer
If you ain't halfway there by August
Nigga, I put a Tech 9 on his momma
Niggas
the norm
I'm gonna take the world by storm, just give this one listen more
If you ain't pick up what I said, you ain't really about it
This ain't slinging
swallow pride, express yourself, and then what they do?
All they do is show you they ain’t sincere
They make it clear, but don’t you ever change, young man
the best of what's still around
When the world is running down
You make the best of what's still around
Plug in my M.C.I
To exercise my brain
Make
the lies in they lines
What lines in they eyes is fear
You hear? A coward cries when he dies
I was down now I'm up
They surprised by my rise
I've been out,
the "Merc" in "Merciless" (What?)
This cutlass is the hearse you gonna get
(Aye) best respect my range
I smear like stains (Huh?)
You want storms? I'll bring
Shouldn't have to cry
For you to make me smile, hey
Talking down to me
Like I'm your child, oh boy
Shouldn't have to beg ya, oh
To hear me
that I wore to school so the hood used to clown on me
The police looked down on me
Nigga fuck you and fuck what you found on me
Man all that shit sound
to you before
But Allah is the best protector, and he is the most merciful of those who show mercy
And when they opened their bags, they found their money
women and children killed by the police and shit
Niggas ain't gon' forget that, you know what I mean?
Yo, what this war just show me is like, whatever you
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