lord to see it through And I'm never never ever Givin' up on you and... You won't save face Or state your case So speak your peace Fuck it - just fuck it
fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good With a pistol I define the definition of pain If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain Oh you a pro
in your game Words give life to the things that we think about Life is hell we go to heaven when we make it out Yea fuck em, fuck em, fuck em [x8]
vain, post up under the heavy rain Soup-up with the signal ahead before the Chevy came Fucked up what they did to my fam, I'm feelin' every pain Yo it
club up And this shit here should get all the thugs up It's for (the money makers) What (the booty shakers) Yea (my real niggas) And fuck who (the playa
'm trying tro make these boys feel it And when I stretch this lab I'ma fifth rell it, grill it Sip the eight, don't spit it cause i'm throweder than most
trying tro make these boys feel it And when I stretch this lab I'ma fifth rell it, grill it Sip the eight, don't spit it cause i'm throweder than most
two Just, bob and weave and let it move around you, damn But naw fuck it, just go for the kill And punch straight through it, these niggas straight foolish
a hater now, be glad I made it now I know I probably rubbed you the wrong way But fuck what the song say, for the record, check it [Chorus: Rell] Still
the hop Making it jump making it drop, making it flip Making it flop, making them 84's wop Making them vogues hop, up and down the boulevard It's that
I hear you mayn) Get off your ass and do something (yeah I hear you mayn) [Kyleon] It's more than one way out here, to get that do' It don't take a rocket
fuck it we some lumberjacks take it there (take it there), yeah we can take it there say you got a 'k' up in da trunk, lets see you make it there i got
the air, you know how it goes Stash spot with weight in it, Candy paint with blakes in it Trunk got the bass in it, One liter with eights in it Swisha
red head bitch, boom With no freckles, she was actually Have black/Icelandic I might land this Spanish/Italian/French Or whatever the fuck airport they got (fuck it
Slugly screams of blood Clear out clubs, air out mugs, put wings on thugs It's your screams I love I sample them, put on 'em on Pro Tools And Ad-lib '
Some tend to talk me but to them it's just a fallacy True lies, you kick your stories on the street Now it's true, listened twisted up and say it was
