the shit on somebody And me and my crew we were known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police
the shit on somebody And me and my crew we were known to get ill We carried heat for protection but not to kill We bust a corner doin 60 one police car
my thug niggas This one for the homies and thug niggas This one for the homies and thug niggas This one for the homies and thug niggas This one for
Stepped it up 16s crazy strong Every hood bump Sheek now In the house, in the whip, in the summer Head better with the top down We can get it on or we
ya ass in a buck? Screamin Shawty what's up, are we fuckin' or what, We aint got nothin to discuss im simply tryin to bust nuts. The temperatures risin', We
pat me close that's when she got bold She started feeling up my back I said oh your hands are cold We went to her bedroom thinking of one thing Took
are baffled in their journey Through the music business Each sonnet is more ridiculous than the last Their strides towards musical success Are little
[so for all y'all niggaz out there that be puffin shit When the music go on, y'all listen to this alright? ] Verse one: prince rakeem/ryzarector Let
(chorus) x2 Die!!!, I choose before you One by one we will pick you You will die!!! (fuck it....psychological) Verse one: Siccmade music comin up out
There's no half-steppers, we far from a fake, we make Rap music every Aussie can relate to We'll never take a tumble, We're not gonna stumble If you dis
you, could you come around sometime? This list is what went right. Your name is written twice. We live like astronauts and our missions never cross. The stakes are high. We
pat me close that's when she got bold She started feeling up my back, I said, ?Oh, your hands are cold? We went to her bedroom thinking of one thing
you faggot" This spoiled brat little young saga got a mommy bought my sampler tapes (sole: "i wanna be down") Make sure every one sheet
All the way that monkey swinging .... One more .... I need you to know that you are my official unofficial sexy .. Make it whistle baby roll down You
the blood running in the sheets Yo, Ticket to ride, the white crime, highway Bring all the guns, the funds will come my way Whether we deliverin' high
pain because we comin down and my little boys gone wreck we comin down, yellow broads we puttin hoes in check (?) [20:55] Here we goin and the sweets are