Music is life I ain't in to or ice I ain't into chain snatchin', into smackin' a wife Fan supportin' don't ask him the price If you new you afford it, you better askin' advice to the point if I ever had me a knife Y'all gas better hope I ever have me a light Meth, not the type for doin' the But the type you feel it you know I'm doing it right You know I spit it but hate to love to it They criticizing the lyrics, guess a critic, look I push the while rappers is pushing gimmicks I use it to push my pen and add it to the premise hook Yah, still about it and I still live it Underground without a shovel and still It's always about the struggle, y'all just didn't get it My hood trouble, if y'al don't live here don't visit
of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't money, neck chills in the frost Make money, maintain and build me a Buddha, ice cooler, Grey Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us pain, sellin' drugs in the rain I don't sweat money, neck 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, in the bath Switchblade, quick raid, on the glass villains, hunchback, gun for the killin' Suitcase, FBI plant a bug on the Shoot-outs, hang glides on the train Mafia's assassins, cocaine's Fat man with the pinky laughin' the static through traffic The hoss, boss The Dragon His head's bald, enemies are His are claws, cigar's lit, targets are hit His is fit with the largest tits the fog, they sit Helicopters Nicaragua Scuba dig for lobster The zoo are tigers, pits, and The bets, Threats, Fools wires, shooters was hired
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Like a Shaolin astoundin', pound like mountains Bouncin', be the largest nigga, pounds and Well-rounded like cursive, my verses birth and surge, hurt and burn ya Philosophical, spit prodigal, son to bust a clip and swift kick right at your opticals In a hot red tube I split particles, follicles hit with nautical drifts, spark up the spliff Chris Samurai, mesmerized, cleaner than sanitize You fantasize, real, show it more if I pantomime Bronx symphony, lyrically, chomp bitch MCs mine, wouldn't even give you niggas my sympathies Feelin' me? Said you feelin' me, you niggas feelin' Brave hearted, you departed like Hawk's enemies Marvel, marvelous, my art is If you the nicest, you a target, bitch
We the first niggas did that. I give a fuck what nobody say bring it back a little bit
Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' in the rain I don't sweat money, neck chills in the money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger Most of us poppin' pain, sellin' drugs in the I sweat money, neck chills in the frost money, maintain and build me a train Rollin' Buddha, ice cooler, Goose, and a big Ruger
Are you I don't necce? it's brutal. You to be punished Well, I'd to see you try that You think this is going to work out? It isn't going to be so easy. He who kills be killed. Those who will have to be killed now?