ChorusX4:
"Its like everywhere we go
(..where we go... Where we go...)
City niggas stay strapped and keep it on da low"
(..on da low... On da low)
0:22
V1:
What up to my niggas scorchin gats
Who just torch the blacks
My niggas who exhort to macks
Just for more to stack
I shouldn't have to resort to that
Like the sortin packs
For them heads that be snortin crack
Its like I'm forced to rap
For whoevers important on the map.......
That's my city, its real gritty, where you niggas might see jordans on
The 'lac
Matta fact..... Its really gorgeous
Its quite enormous......
I represent the city borders
Of the princе georges....ha
.....Thesе niggas after me
Me and my whole faculty
I bet the mack'll be blastin and addin some more casualties
There's gonna be a "FATALITY"
If you come after me
Bullets hit you wit tenacity
Man, you packin heat
You bitch made.....
You can get slit wit a switchblade
Slice a nigga up like I was trained by a sensai
You been 'fraid, Afraid of a nigga that's renegade
You should've been ashamed, bitch niggas blow me like 10 grenades
Must've been sippin lemonade
You sweeter than minute maid
Fuckin wit a nigga like me, yo body be IN A grave
Lay niggas down wit macks, wit Glocks, and WIT A.K.'s
When that sound bust your eardrum, you'll need more than a hearin aid
ChorusX2:
"Its like everywhere we go
(..where we go... Where we go...)
City niggas stay strapped and keep it on da low"
(..on da low... On da low)
(Murda, Murda, Kill, Kill)
V2:
I hang wit niggas dat flame dro and slang blow
Name goes, in hall of fame, for "Insane Flow"
Ya dame knows, I bring pain, her brain blown
I spank hoes, no playin games, I swang low
I'm raw, like cocaine that was in Kurt Cobains's nose
I'ma straight go, till I'm erased, that's case closed
I ain't gotta have a chain that bling thats straight froze
Or some good thangs like woodgrain in a Range Rov'
I'ma stay low, duck the jakes and bring mo'
I ain't gon change tho, I'll be the same wit the same flo
Pick the same fro, get 211 from the same sto'
.......I spit fiyah, sorta like shit that flames throw
ChorusX2:
"Its like everywhere we go
(..where we go... Where we go...)
City niggas stay strapped and keep it on da low"
(..on da low... On da low)
(Murda, Murda, Kill, Kill)
"Its like everywhere we go
(..where we go... Where we go...)
City niggas stay strapped and keep it on da low"
(..on da low... On da low)
0:22
V1:
What up to my niggas scorchin gats
Who just torch the blacks
My niggas who exhort to macks
Just for more to stack
I shouldn't have to resort to that
Like the sortin packs
For them heads that be snortin crack
Its like I'm forced to rap
For whoevers important on the map.......
That's my city, its real gritty, where you niggas might see jordans on
The 'lac
Matta fact..... Its really gorgeous
Its quite enormous......
I represent the city borders
Of the princе georges....ha
.....Thesе niggas after me
Me and my whole faculty
I bet the mack'll be blastin and addin some more casualties
There's gonna be a "FATALITY"
If you come after me
Bullets hit you wit tenacity
Man, you packin heat
You bitch made.....
You can get slit wit a switchblade
Slice a nigga up like I was trained by a sensai
You been 'fraid, Afraid of a nigga that's renegade
You should've been ashamed, bitch niggas blow me like 10 grenades
Must've been sippin lemonade
You sweeter than minute maid
Fuckin wit a nigga like me, yo body be IN A grave
Lay niggas down wit macks, wit Glocks, and WIT A.K.'s
When that sound bust your eardrum, you'll need more than a hearin aid
ChorusX2:
"Its like everywhere we go
(..where we go... Where we go...)
City niggas stay strapped and keep it on da low"
(..on da low... On da low)
(Murda, Murda, Kill, Kill)
V2:
I hang wit niggas dat flame dro and slang blow
Name goes, in hall of fame, for "Insane Flow"
Ya dame knows, I bring pain, her brain blown
I spank hoes, no playin games, I swang low
I'm raw, like cocaine that was in Kurt Cobains's nose
I'ma straight go, till I'm erased, that's case closed
I ain't gotta have a chain that bling thats straight froze
Or some good thangs like woodgrain in a Range Rov'
I'ma stay low, duck the jakes and bring mo'
I ain't gon change tho, I'll be the same wit the same flo
Pick the same fro, get 211 from the same sto'
.......I spit fiyah, sorta like shit that flames throw
ChorusX2:
"Its like everywhere we go
(..where we go... Where we go...)
City niggas stay strapped and keep it on da low"
(..on da low... On da low)
(Murda, Murda, Kill, Kill)
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