is how we carry on. Tricked and blind, raped and robbed. Shutting our mouths so not to speak, and falling down to our knees. All heads down to bow. All heads down
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head in the Bentley red at one fifty (aah!) Straight lose it, love two things my money my music Might co-write and produce it, drop mine, hot 9 exclusive
goin' down Bennett Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit
real, we got whole thangs for half a sell F.B.I. tryin to nail, but our click covered up smooth Whatever you do, or how you do, it's all on you Hot Boy
the muthafuckin' weed I be givin' you exactly what you need To bob your head, cuz I know you likes to bob it Back and forward to what that nigga Fresh droppin' Music
journalist To get press passes and prove instead Put down the pen, picked up the mic Came in for competitor?s heads And when I got down severin several losin Started getting down
head, always a tack head You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead As sex drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality Y'all don't
images playin' in my head Every color in America bled Canibus grabbed the mic like an energized amulet Then spit a rap that you can't forget "With this sacred water
Still Water run deep (how deep?) Uhh, all I find all I keep, uhh Pay the price to have a sucker put on ice Got just as many Hot Ones as my nigga Spice
daily When you a hustler, no bein lazy I got it whenever you need it just page me Hustler music, hustler music Hustler music, I'm hustlin music You thinkin
down Bennett Drop six-fo', three-wheel then switch it Red light stop, make it drop for the bitches Got a glock fo'-fifth, blow your head off wit' it Anything
biggedy-Back to Business with my miggidy-man Got plans to blow, solidifyin all positions in the game like coalition, stiggedy-stop look and listen [Erick Sermon] to the hot
it's like this y'all, it's like that y'all It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all It's like this y'all, it's like that y'all Ay E-Dub check it out
We all foolish, thinking we ain?t Judas Help me Lord, Paul thought his sins were rudest Stacey dashes, taking dashes clueless makes me mad is us Christians act the cruelest I got some knocks on my head
is not, what it is today.." "It's the real [echoes]... it's the (militia)" [Verse one: Big Shug] If heads only knew how I felt about the rap game They
