in the rear To catch me they better put them choppers in the air So when you see me comin' get out my way Without delay I'm finnin' to get out the Kay
: Straight out the motherfucking bay Here we go [2Pac] Lord help me, save me, Mama keep praying For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave
and motorbombs I thought I knew the score but now we have a weapon, we've never used before the Brits are looking worried - and their going to worry more! Tiocfaidh Ar
start makin' sense and be dropppin' their guns Once my crew gets to speak out they freak out this ain't supposed to leak out we ain't supposed to sneak out
: Fi di yout Ting ah ling ah ling ah ling ah ling What I tell uh noh Gaza ting Ting ah ling ah ling Yard and fahrin kick up Bruck Wild! Sing! Ting ah
t know what you did But they wanna kill you ya wife And ya kids Mortal Kombat [Verse One] Close ya eyes and envision what the scene was Hit a nigga with an AR
house with out my heata consealed i got one in tha cham when i jump in tha range keep my hand on tha trigga i blow out ya brains leave tha club switchin
rate trembles Come on Is there anybody out there Anybody there? Is there anybody out there? We're getting out of this place Get out of my face We're kicking
get a kick out of you? Some get a kick from cocaine I'm sure that if I took even one sniff That would bore me terrifically too Yet, I get a kick out
, I'm Katt Williams Money Mike, I get money on the mic And some say I'm whylin' out In the Bugatti, styling out Pushin? seven digits, dialin? now But
House With Out My Heata Consealed I Got One In Tha Cham When I Jump In Tha Range Keep My Hand On Tha Trigga I Blow Out Ya Brains Leave Tha Club Switchin
Make sure my niggas ride for me Or pulling up on the side of me, side of me [Verse 1 - Bun B] Man I'm a real trill nigga, I been out on them blocks
a eat them all day (fuck food) 850 what I represent, Tallahome, Florida president Me and DJ Khaled got these haters looking hesitant So keep all that wackness out
stable loadin guns at the round table, now i'm able, capable to take another one out, loose lips sank ships shoulnd't been runnin ya mouth, now ima ride out
Straight out the motherfucking bay Here we go Lord help me, save me, Mama, keep praying For a young motherfucker trying to duck an early grave In the
in my fucking back Or is that a hose? They siphonin' my spirit, man Got to attack Counter they blows with blocks In the name of all that is not wack Kick
wave your hands up to the sky Kick your legs out to the side Are you ready, Let's do the Freddie Are you ready, get ready Freddie Kick your legs out
But where I'm from y'all both will get yo ass kicked I'm talkin' mad shit, and i'mma back it up I got my ar-15 in the back of truck Put on my hard hat