Anybody Killa Lyrics
Anybody Killa Lyrics
"Gimme Ah Beat Lyrics"
No I Lyrics
Girl you look so mesmerizing You got me fantasizing Your man's lost but you don't wanna find him explaining..like a fool Oh yeah I know you see me smiling Maybe we shouldn't but we vibin' Do you think that he would mind if I took you for a dan
Girl you look so mesmerizing You got me fantasizing Your man's lost but you don't wanna find him explaining..like a fool Oh yeah I know you see me smiling Maybe we shouldn't but we vibin' Do you think that he would mind if I took you for a dan
Diiiiirrrrrrrty!!
My gat sounds nice
One
Leave your whole damn neighborhood stunned
You better run
I'm comin' at ya
Duck, bob, and weave as these bullets fly past ya
Man I'm crazy
Puffin' on a green leaf
Pointin' my heat
Straight get off on bein' the street
I'm puttin'
One little
Two little
Three little holes in the back of ya dome
You shoulda stayed home
D-Town born and raised
Drinkin' on a porch
Beatin' down on strays
Broke as fuck
and always hungry
Clothes on m
Prodigal Son Lyrics
In a place where outlaws abound from the range ???on a day mountains has fallen to falls??? In a land where boys are forbiden to grow And Mell is the only master Were the higway ends and the desert breakes and buildings are bendt from great earthquackesy back be dirty laundry
(Chorus 2x)
Just give me a fuckin beat
Just give me a fuckin beat
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
I'm dusty like a ashtray
I don't give a shit
Got a clean ass piece though
With a full clip
and a small axe underneath the passenger seat
Ready to swing it
Best believe I'mma bring it
Who you think ya messin' with, don't trip
I'm a warrior
Scalpin' all those who ain't standin on the same side
When its all about to go down
Fightin' with the enemy
Putt
I bring that old school basement sound
When all I had was a forty-five weighin' me down
Little redskin homey in the hood
Big pimpin'
Ghetto fabulous in the booth bullshittin'
(Chorus 2x)
Just give me a fuckin beat
Just give me a fuckin beat
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
"Yeah man, my girl supposed to be comin' through dog and uh, she might just have a little hunny for you."
"Hey man"
"What?"
"Is it always like this in your mot
"What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog."
"What the fuck man....."
"Lets go down to the party store I know that bitch down there. I need a forty anyway dog."
"Go to the fuckin....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother fucker?!"
"Oh man, it's just down the street, come on dog!"
"Fuck that, I ain't goin to no mother fuckin, fuck that where the basement at?"
"Oh man....."
In a place where outlaws abound from the range ???on a day mountains has fallen to falls??? In a land where boys are forbiden to grow And Mell is the only master Were the higway ends and the desert breakes and buildings are bendt from great earthquackes
(Chorus 2x)
Just give me a fuckin beat
Just give me a fuckin beat
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
I'm dusty like a ashtray
I don't give a shit
Got a clean ass piece though
With a full clip
and a small axe underneath the passenger seat
Ready to swing it
Best believe I'mma bring it
Who you think ya messin' with, don't trip
I'm a warrior
Scalpin' all those who ain't standin on the same side
When its all about to go down
Fightin' with the enemy
Putt
In A Salty Sea Lyrics
Long time on the phone line There's sunshine when I dial 9 Small breaths form words Like crystals in warm air And I want you for my very very own In a salty sea, our voices meet. x2
in' them in the groundLong time on the phone line There's sunshine when I dial 9 Small breaths form words Like crystals in warm air And I want you for my very very own In a salty sea, our voices meet. x2
I bring that old school basement sound
When all I had was a forty-five weighin' me down
Little redskin homey in the hood
Big pimpin'
Ghetto fabulous in the booth bullshittin'
(Chorus 2x)
Just give me a fuckin beat
Just give me a fuckin beat
Those who grip a mic are known as teachers
"Yeah man, my girl supposed to be comin' through dog and uh, she might just have a little hunny for you."
"Hey man"
"What?"
"Is it always like this in your mot
Last Day's Embrace Lyrics
[Instrumental]
herfuckin' neighborhood, dog?"[Instrumental]
"What, What? Oh, man it get crazier on the weekends dog."
"What the fuck man....."
"Lets go down to the party store I know that bitch down there. I need a forty anyway dog."
"Go to the fuckin....Whatchu gotta a tan....What you you gotta tank in the back mother fucker?!"
"Oh man, it's just down the street, come on dog!"
"Fuck that, I ain't goin to no mother fuckin, fuck that where the basement at?"
"Oh man....."