and the hippest and I've always been the dopest Peep my style [Pharrell] Louie bags you can't order, thats really raw Miami cribs on blue water, thats really raw Blood
hussein, nigga This ain't no game We re-arrange your whole frame Word is born, all y'all niggaz better maintain I leave a chain of blood stains Represent
m a dead man walkin' wake up and cold sweats, and see myself in a coffin my life is hunted, I'm confused and fond if my blood stop pourin', I regulate
I regarded the world as such a sad sight Until I viewed it in black and white Then I reviewed every frame and basic shape And sealed the exits with caution
Your picture in the frame is fading like a ghost Never say goodbye, never be alone Never say good night, never say die Drink this blood and we'll become
the black And he waves goodbye to the town he grew up in Knows that he'll never come back Oh, but tonight, the sight is far below His heart is pumping blood
the b-tches, we rounding them up I treat her like I need her, Im knowing if I eat her She gon tell Quieta and Quieta like the media, Woopty woo to the bloods
You know all my lost ones I share this prayer Father God I pray yo holden' me down Like an angel please keep um' around My broken heart blood shed its
you, you're all I talk about Even when I go to sleep you're the only one I dream about See I'm your picture, girl and baby you are my frame That's why
the frame and I'm gone. [Verse Two: Redman] I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone don't condone
it, never run, an outcome is usually a beatdown brutally Fuck who you be or where you're from, West or East coast Squeeze toast, leave most in the blood
you out the frame and then I'm gone Yo, I was going too but we roam, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bones Don't condone, spit
they're scared of the hips or the chips Or they really can't talk to a bitch with wild guns No games, hat to the side with low frames Now I came in this
hips or the chips Or they really can't talk to a bitch wit wild guns No games, hat to the side wit low frame Now I came in this industry killin em
you see on TV Chorus Verse : d- roc United states of Atlanta its still me and my brother we done been through a lot but still kain i love ya. blood
wanna see me stress counting money and staying relevant make me know the difference between family and relatives I beg the Lord show me a path snakes are in my blood
every criminal In prison whose an individual lose that struggle My stories burst niggaz bubbles, make new niggaz mumble Ready to shed blood up in the
you're fuckin' up with Mack 10 Silly little philly I'm back tearing' Can you really see my machine gun turrets? Open and aimed at your fat little frame