you get, you'll get your just desserts. High time to pack it up, and pack it in. Make sure you don't forget the man who fuckin did you in. Can you feel
t even feel that much pain That was lame You a lame Yo mama Say what Nothin' Verse 5- But ye come here girl lemme give you some McLovin I'm feeling you
homeboy i'm on it. Bartender can you bring another round, whats up I want it. Upside down yup i'm on it. On it like a stripper on a pole, on it like
leys get fried tonight and we can get blitz and jam some Bone and we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it on and nigga, know you feel me I know
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
is his cock in my ass Uhh uhh uhh you like it don't you? Let's get high and just fuck I'll hit you till you bleed And we could just blame it on the weed
I gotta roll it up, they be like bitch You can get it long as you old enough Exclusive nigga take it how you want it man Take it from the gunners ememies
true quotes Can you feel it? I know the truth hurts They say, "How can he disrespect his pop with harsh curses?" Simple - harsh life, harsh verses "I can
what's gon' happen, when them stores close And ain't gon open up, no more Yeah thats the realest shit You gon' feel dat, hungers yo enemy But you can
can sure grind East and West coast and the dirty Southside Street Port, Lafayette you know they off the chain Mississippi, Chi-Town you know they off the chain Alabama, Arkansas you
(It's-it's it's about time) (It's-it's-it's it's-it's it's-it's it's about time) Yo DJ Abilities what you gonna do? (B-b-b-bout to rock) Add me to mix
kill, leys get fried tonight and we can get blitz and jam some Bone and we can jam that Street Military, nigga bring it on and nigga, know you feel me
the lot put your ride on glass You hard headed not heated, when you ride on glass Left it at home, but you need it when you ride on glass Knocked off
? The world belongs to us You can do what you wanna do What you gon do? Huh? What? The streets belong to us You can do what you wanna do What you gon
sea, I'm comin She said it's the same since I came and rained it's still hard You can stimulate the brain, feel the God It's hard to go against the grain, it
you can't stop it Hook: In the killing fields I run with my stee You better recognize the war's here for real You might murder against your will And some
the wack Bracket shit that's soft so go Back to the troft and put it Back next to the smirnoff bottle Where u found it from it sounds Numb has no feel
