yourselfs and compete for # 1 When it's all gone will you have had your fun? Now the shells are broken And we're all watching your culture Coming crashing
and compete for # 1 When it's all gone will you have had your fun? Now the shells are broken And we're all watching your culture Coming crashing down
rumble Show your ass what my gun do Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around gun
make movements, causei dont wanna go inside for life cos imma broken yout. i got nike air creps with a hoodie on my head and i rep dat street boy culture
[Akon] Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin [Biggie] I know how it feel to wake up fucked up Pockets broke as hell, another rock to sell People look
cell with the world on my shoulders Holy Rollers Tryna twist them L's see the spell different cast on my soldiers [State Store:] This for my broke brothers
Filled with love and compassion. As she fixes her make-up for a day of fun He reads the news, it depresses her. With reports of death by bomb and gun
Qu'ran It blows extreme, mean stream be the theme Supreme team, America's Cream Team, redeemed Vidal Sassoon, chrome tones hear the moans of Al Capone Gun
could be down but play the rear you come to the section that I'm from ry to rock your fresh apparel and you'll be starin' down the barrel of a gun remember
Scuse me as I kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical
kiss the sky Sing a song of six pence, a pocet full a rye Who the fuck wanna die for their culture Stalk the dead body like a vulture Tical get, HMMM
coldest Spot you with the bricks and the baking sodas Me and my soldier, we taking over, taking payola From all these stations and record labels, they killing culture
than state farm Wale Folarin somethin they can't ever smoke Weed I can't pronounce man This shit would leave Rosetta stoned This man can single handedly save the culture
cigars Motioning maids to bring me toast and eggs Kosher, ice chokers and wolves to smoke ya my wisdom culture lives in ultra madness devoted coach bag bitch broke
war predicate law, hundred percent raw Rock the universal crown, all Wu-Wear down Nobody jokin, lyrics leave ya camp backbones broken Broken.. [Sweetleaf
niggas stay frontin Tryin' to hollywoodize the realness But ain't sayin nothin [Raekwon] Yo, bagel material, contact Merial kid She sling cell weight, bust gun
pastel blazers with a shorty from Iceland Who old dad put 'em up on white sand Starving to make a wack debut he came through the lobby Three culture Devilles
air You wanna dare to test me ? I'm tha infamous nightmare i wanna break some laws I practice secret forms of voodoo culture Dead flesh culture from