Hahahahahaaa
Yeah Nigga
The Smoke of New York
Get up Come On
Ah -
There's nowhere to run to
when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to,
but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone
and piss in your grave
You a rider right that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field
Whats the procedures nigga
When you got a hammer in your mouth
When you laid down and cry,
when you stand up and die
Like the man that i am, Fireeeeee!
Yes Yes, give um the whole thang
I'm a legend in the town, Nowww
Since your all gangstered up
lets get the fuck down
Big Bill dancin' im reppin for Buck town
Nigga see me dummin' im
comin clutchin the pound
Don't worry about my whereabouts
We air um out clear um out Yes Yes
The pressure's on now
You need to get your hammers up
Th-th-th that's what's up
You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-cl Clap it up!
Fif put in the call.
We ready to brawl with
everyone of you or, Yes Yes
There's nowhere to run to
when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to,
but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and
piss in your grave
You a rider right that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field
You got these young niggaz hollerin Murderer!
Copper chops on my block like,
blaka blaka blaka
Niggaz don't give a fuck
I seen a nigga shoot my momz,
right in front of my motherfuckin face
Wee in the 'ville, aint such a
thing as a straight bullet
When your index finger on the
trigger and you pull it
Slugs aint never outta season
All you gotta do is give a
motherfucker one reason
Blood stains on the ceilin'
Same place he stood,
that's what they leave um
Don't black it out lets just
squeezn off with your gun
Cuz you gon' get your punk
ass robbed with the young
You know the drill
I'ma give your ass 3 seconds to
bounce and you better not chark
1 Fuck that 3 gunshots Ah bitch! Rest in bit's
There's nowhere to run to
when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to,
but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone
and piss in your grave
You a rider right that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field -
Hahahahahaaa
Yeah Nigga
The Smoke of New York
Get up Come On
Ah -
There's nowhere to run to
when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to,
but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone
and piss in your grave
You a rider right that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field
Whats the procedures nigga
When you got a hammer in your mouth
When you laid down and cry,
when you stand up and die
Like the man that i am, Fireeeeee!
Yes Yes, give um the whole thang
I'm a legend in the town, Nowww
Since your all gangstered up
lets get the fuck down
Big Bill dancin' im reppin for Buck town
Nigga see me dummin' im
comin clutchin the pound
Don't worry about my whereabouts
We air um out clear um out Yes Yes
The pressure's on now
You need to get your hammers up
Th-th-th that's what's up
You too tough nigga, you dun rap it up
Brownsville, cl-cl-cl Clap it up!
Fif put in the call.
We ready to brawl with
everyone of you or, Yes Yes
There's nowhere to run to
when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to,
but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone and
piss in your grave
You a rider right that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field
You got these young niggaz hollerin Murderer!
Copper chops on my block like,
blaka blaka blaka
Niggaz don't give a fuck
I seen a nigga shoot my momz,
right in front of my motherfuckin face
Wee in the 'ville, aint such a
thing as a straight bullet
When your index finger on the
trigger and you pull it
Slugs aint never outta season
All you gotta do is give a
motherfucker one reason
Blood stains on the ceilin'
Same place he stood,
that's what they leave um
Don't black it out lets just
squeezn off with your gun
Cuz you gon' get your punk
ass robbed with the young
You know the drill
I'ma give your ass 3 seconds to
bounce and you better not chark
1 Fuck that 3 gunshots Ah bitch! Rest in bit's
There's nowhere to run to
when death becomes you
Some say your soul may burn in the flame
So front if you want to,
but niggaz who murk you
Come to your tombstone
and piss in your grave
You a rider right that ride tonight
Nigga you gon' ride or you gon' die tonight
Nigga cock the steal this is kill or be killed
Nigga shit is real in the field -