I met her at a hard grave a heat wave hand-shake way but the Carmex stayed come back, do Not answer the door. Well we rose up outta G league In a Teepee gloss where your tea leaves boss? Well, There aint no other other well, There aint no other otherLord There aint no other otherhhhhhhhhjhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Featured lyrics. Hot lyrics. Blaze Everybody got a song that they want you to hear Spittin' overload of emotion just to get in your ear Before I listen, you already know what you like You don't be falling for the flavor of the mainstream hype He's back, and I don't want your promo tape And even if it's shrink wrapped, homeboy I'm straight I'm on my own, a choosy motherfucker myself And I don't settle for the first record to fall off the shelf So don't tell me what to listen to, or tell me what to like Don't tell me that it's banging off the hook and hella tight Your opinion matters to you come again?
Lyrics Album list News Related Video Blaze Ya Dead Homie Eternal Recognize, that I am not alive I survived in the sands of the hourglass of time I'm the chalk line outline everything is mine From the wind to the Earth to the shadows far behind I'm the stars in the sky and I shine so bright I'm eternal, I'm the reason that the day turns night I'm the water and the sun, I'm the bullet in your gun I'm the finger on the trigger and I'm 'bout to blast one I don't ever give a shit, all the bitches better recognize The dead motherfucker on the block And I'm baptized in blood of the fallen Keep it G, going HAM, Yosemite Sam Fuck around be the next hologram Big dog way off the collar, don't bother With the keys, can't give me like the way I need my space Going six feet deep, where the dead man sleeps With the rats that creep, am I blessed for weeks? You think you know me? If only you fuckin' phony Think a motherfucker can control me?
Z-Ro Verse: Excuse me, get off my motherfuckin toes I ain't got no love for you motherfuckin hoes Raise up, 'fore a nigga blaze up I'd be the nigga that'll tear yo face up With a left, a right, I'm out-of-sight, I'm boss I don't give a fuck, you see me flippin when I floss Riding with the Trae, riding with the Jay'ton Riding with my brother, brother, then we be on On a money making mission, Stackin our feddy The world ain't ready, so heavy like a Chevy Slow it down going down, we gon put it up If you talking shit to us bitch, we shoot it up Talking bout yo block now, I be riding with my glock now It's non-stop now, around the clock now Gotta get my motherfucker paper Stacking up my chips like Lego Hey ho, I just want some brain That's that nigga Trae, that's my right-hand man. Man, Nigga we gotta master plan. Nothing but thousand dollars spreads up in our hands Fuck going to jail, gotta make bail We living in hell, so what the fuck oh well And I don't give a damn, as long as a nigga stay free Out here sippin codiene blowing on tree At ease, motherfucker, just relax In my pocket, I gotta bunch of green backs And that's fact, I wouldn't tell no lie If you run up, I put a swoll on your eye Don't even try to run up on that water I beat the nigga like a motherfuckin motor Like a transmission, and I'm standing up hustlin On the motherfuckin corner and I'm scufflin To get my motherfuckin cheese my motherfucking bread And you get one up in yo head If you running up, trying to take what mine.
Street cred can be attained through various means, but striking fear in others is one of the more prevalent -- and effective -- ways to go about being respected in the streets, as well as in the realm of hip-hop. Going back as early as pioneers like Melle Mel, who was one of the first street-certified MCs in rap, hip-hop had its fair share of imposing figures during the s, including Just-Ice, Eric B. While there were more than a few fearsome figures in rap, much of the music made prior to -- when acts like N.
Fuck ya dead homies, run ya bread homie Got some lead for me, I'm on Artesia Parked in my Bimmer bumping my own shit I'm focused, they stuck on that old shit Livin' for that True Religion is broke shit I can spend that on a MAC with a long clip Fly in that Benz but you hide in that Focus My nigga just focus, I'm tryin' to paint you a picture We stuck in the moment My burner gets stuck if I shoot it too much So a nigga resorted to domin' That's somebody's son but a war to be won Baby either go hunt or be hunted We crabs in a bucket, he called me a crab So I shot at him in front of the Douglas I cannot be fucked with, we thuggin' in public. What means the world to you? Is it a fast life, money and clothes?
Flight attendant: I'm supposed to take your drink, sir. Wednesday: Yeah, but you're not going to, are you? Because you would have said, "I need to take your drink, sir," or "I'm going to have to take that drink, sir," neither of which happened so don't worry about it.
Well here I am I'm right here nigga can you see me? Here I am I'm right here bitch can you see me? Well here I am and I'm runnin' with a hatchet [Jamie Madrox] Here I am, a lunatic from head to toe I sleep in cabinets with the dead but don't let nobody know That I'm not your ordinary average every day type person We keep it live while y'all niggas be rehearsin' Cursin' us, hopin' that we dissapear But we been in the game for so many many years That we never gon' stop, and we never gon' fade Twiztid in this bitch with the Juggalo serenade Vampire, serial killa, with an axe, I'm a maniac, scarin' niggas straight into a heart attack Life is like a relapse, can you see that?
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