It's already
emotion,
your cow was getting laid down
Sound scan looking weak at a high stake
Now play around, lay around,
niggas getting left out
Dudes trying to steal the kid's
swag like a klepto
Won't be satisfied till I let the tech blow
Ride through your hood with
no problemo
Creepin' on you niggas don't get caught,
sueño
Yeah, you know it's nothing for me
to clap the metal
Mob etched in stone,
we heavy in the ghetto
I've been tryna tell them way
before the label shoved them
Get your waiter first and then talk to me
You not kicked up,
your whole team booty
Yeah, this ain't shit, I react with the toolie
I know your history, you can't fool me
Save it for them groupie
niggas can't fool me
I'ma keep on bangin'
till they set me free
I'ma ride till I die, head to the sky,
till he set me free
Still ridin' on till the Lord
give me wings
I'ma ride homie till the Lord
give me wings
Two guns up,
lay with me and fuck the king
Amen, ain't nothin' poppin' off
over there but your mouth
P the newest shit crackin' like
them niggas down south
H keep makin' these
beats for me to kill
Our studio's like a mall,
cause songs get bodied
I shoot up the bass, stab up the drums
P keep writin' that
shit that you can feel
And reach out and touch, cause this shit real
I pity the fool, they ain't hip,
them all deep
You niggas fooled, we vultures,
we gon' eat
We'll show you how to move
in a room full of lions
In famous,
can't nobody stop our glory
Whoever said they could,
they was tellin' stories
This is not a fable,
these are the facts
Prodigy and Havoc
leave you bleedin' on your back
When Prodigy and Havoc
come to catch a lil' wreck
I'll break your lil' neck
and take your lil' shine
You dumber than a mule,
you fucker with some dons
Hav is a don from way beyond
P is a don, P like the Don Perignon
Catch a nigga slippin',
pop bottles when he gone
I'ma keep on bangin'
till they set me free
I'ma ride till I die, head to the sky,
till he set me free
Still ridin' until the Lord
give me wings
I'ma ride, homie,
till the Lord give me wings
I'ma ride, homie, till the Lord
give me wings
I'ma ride,
homie, till the Lord give me wings
Two guns up, label me a fuckin' king
I see me in the casket,
niggas touchin' my corpse
Goin' down in history
as the king of New York
MBK the unit,
we the new supreme team
Dream team machines with a beam,
blow your spleen out
your mesquine jeans
Nothin' but cash is what
I'm handlin'
Gettin' money now,
so I dump the cannon out the Phantom
Fuck the feds,
I keep the strap both sides of my hip
When I'm squeezing the only
time I go try to rip
Dump, dump below the road by your strip
Eyes bloodshot, ride like a slug pop
Die from a blood clot,
try to make the studs stop
My enemies scared and
they panicking
Remember me?
Leave this nigga stiff like a mannequin
Homie, it's over,
nigga back on the stretcher
AKs and Macs with their own
black compressor
When the nigga die, bury me with a beretta
So when I get to hell, man, I got a vendetta
And that's how it's goin' down,
it's thug life forever
Yeah, nigga
I'ma keep on bangin'
till they set me free
I'ma ride till I die, head to the sky,
till he set me free
Still ridin' on till the Lord
give me wings
I'ma ride, homie,
till the Lord give me wings
I'ma ride, homie, till the Lord
give me wings
I'ma ride,
homie, till the Lord give me wings
Two guns up, label me a fuckin' king
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