Lyrics
Ladies and gentlemen
(Ladies and gentlemen)
Allow me to bare my soul
(It's the God respect it)
(Two five shit)
All is fair in love
(Sunken treasures)
Love's a crazy game
(This one right here, for all the fallen soldiers)
Two people vow to stay
(Love is love)
In love as one they say
(Respect it)
But all is changed with time
A gangsters dream a feds nightmare
To a hood near you we right there
Projects where the wolves bleed
Slugs fuck up your thug walk slow up your speed
Yo Kafirun mati munafiqun
Two five we on a deadline
Niggas stay tuned
I write with a lifeless pain
Thug with a righteous brain
Covenant spit at the government a snipers aim
Overall, I splash over y'all
Thugs rep my doctrine like the final call
Blood type Israelite
I got aura
I fall back and write surah then spit Torah
World going in flames like Sodom and Gomorrah
Till my blood stop flowing heart stop beating
Till they lay me down in the earth I stop breathing
Energy pass through other forms I'm not leaving
Yo still reporting
QB we gonna put it down
Yo we putting in work my hood will spray rounds
Echo through the projects you hear the loud sound
Fall back, honor the God that's how we get down
Still reporting
QB we gonna put it down
We putting in work
My whole hood spray rounds
Echo through the projects you hear the loud sound
Fall back, honor the God that's how we get down
I hug block till I hug sky
The slugs fly
Screw bitch read palm said I violently die
Fuck that
I ain't even got time to look back
Exotic gunplay methodically I spit my Mac
Yo Queensbridge the new Egypt
My science is the best secret
I leave niggas paraplegic
Yo it's fucked up
When you need machines to breathe with
I settle wars wrap your turban on some creep shit
Watch who you do your dirt with
Who you sleep with
Getcha heads get they kids back telling secrets
To the thieves, amphibians my enemies
Rock army fatigues and lay up in the trees
Spray that ass down with rounds all in they knees
Fourty cal produce weight
You not balling
Elohim cowards get to screaming and crawling
Open fiery pits you have that ass falling
Creep ass nigga
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again
(Ladies and gentlemen)
Allow me to bare my soul
(It's the God respect it)
(Two five shit)
All is fair in love
(Sunken treasures)
Love's a crazy game
(This one right here, for all the fallen soldiers)
Two people vow to stay
(Love is love)
In love as one they say
(Respect it)
But all is changed with time
A gangsters dream a feds nightmare
To a hood near you we right there
Projects where the wolves bleed
Slugs fuck up your thug walk slow up your speed
Yo Kafirun mati munafiqun
Two five we on a deadline
Niggas stay tuned
I write with a lifeless pain
Thug with a righteous brain
Covenant spit at the government a snipers aim
Overall, I splash over y'all
Thugs rep my doctrine like the final call
Blood type Israelite
I got aura
I fall back and write surah then spit Torah
World going in flames like Sodom and Gomorrah
Till my blood stop flowing heart stop beating
Till they lay me down in the earth I stop breathing
Energy pass through other forms I'm not leaving
Yo still reporting
QB we gonna put it down
Yo we putting in work my hood will spray rounds
Echo through the projects you hear the loud sound
Fall back, honor the God that's how we get down
Still reporting
QB we gonna put it down
We putting in work
My whole hood spray rounds
Echo through the projects you hear the loud sound
Fall back, honor the God that's how we get down
I hug block till I hug sky
The slugs fly
Screw bitch read palm said I violently die
Fuck that
I ain't even got time to look back
Exotic gunplay methodically I spit my Mac
Yo Queensbridge the new Egypt
My science is the best secret
I leave niggas paraplegic
Yo it's fucked up
When you need machines to breathe with
I settle wars wrap your turban on some creep shit
Watch who you do your dirt with
Who you sleep with
Getcha heads get they kids back telling secrets
To the thieves, amphibians my enemies
Rock army fatigues and lay up in the trees
Spray that ass down with rounds all in they knees
Fourty cal produce weight
You not balling
Elohim cowards get to screaming and crawling
Open fiery pits you have that ass falling
Creep ass nigga
The road you leave behind
Ahead lies mystery
But all is fair in love
I had to go away
A writer takes his pen
To write the words again