Music is life I ain't in to or ice I ain't into snatchin', ain't into smackin' a wife Fan supportin' don't ask him the price If you new you afford it, you better askin' advice Stick to the if I ever had me a knife Y'all gas better hope I don't have me a light Meth, not the type for doin' the But the type when you feel it you know I'm doing it You I spit it but hate to love to admit it criticizing the lyrics, guess everybody's a critic, look I push the limit while is pushing gimmicks I use it to push my pen and then add it to the premise Yah, still about it and I still live it Underground a shovel and still diggin' It's always been about the struggle, just didn't get it My hood trouble, if don't live here then don't visit
Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' in the rain I sweat money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big
And do you the penalty for that? penalty? The penalty is and there is no alternative
me bad Face emerge, blood in the Switchblade, raid, drugs on the glass Ugly villains, hunchback, gun for the Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the Shoot-outs, hang glides on the ride Mafia's assassins, cocaine's Fat man with the pinky laughin' Movin' the static through The hoss, boss The Dragon His head's bald, are mauled His are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit His broad is fit the largest tits Through the fog, sit over Nicaragua Scuba dig for lobster The zoo are tigers, pits, and The bets, Threats, Fools wear wires, shooters was
of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck in the frost Make money, and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Most of us poppin' pain, drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger
Like a astoundin', pound grounds like mountains Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and Well-rounded like cursive, my verses inertia Converge and surge, and burn ya Philosophical, prodigal, son quantical Known to bust a clip and kick right at your opticals In a hot red tube I particles, follicles rift Punches hit with drifts, spark up the spliff Chris Samurai, mesmerized, strikes than sanitize You fantasize, real, couldn't it more if I pantomime Bronx symphony, stomp lyrically, chomp MCs Earn mine, even give you niggas my sympathies Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas heat Brave hearted, you leave departed like Hawk's Marvel, marvelous, my art is If you ain't the nicest, you a target,
We the first niggas did that. I give a fuck what nobody say Alright bring it a little bit
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Are you kidding? I don't it's brutal. You deserve to be Well, I'd to see you try that You think this is to work out? It isn't going to be quite so easy. He who will be killed. Those who kill will to be killed Wh-what