Lyrics

Please don't dirt on the name Or we kicking dirt on your grave Guess karma a hell of a thing Since Obama you thought it would change But I'm feeling consistent Nigggas is dying the shooting persistence My homie ar catch a opp from a distance Meet you at the top I ain't stopping the collision Ain't no regular mission He tried to cross me he finding religion We couldn't buy it we robbin or blickinn Just when they thought we was chilling we blitz em Yea, yea Just when he thought we was chilling we blitz em I keep it off of the gram Ain't no nigga real as I am They use to throw dirt on my name now i'm up they be calling and holding the hand I had a glock in the lamb can't let you run up cuz you will if you can I can't be fuckin' with you if you fuckin wit me I don't care if you care Dedicated to paper I rather stack it up Know that they hating but know they ain't man enough I don't do relations no calling no patching up Don't hit my phone cuz your numbers ain adding up If I start I'm a finish grave digger My click full of hitters and all of them killers You know I'm living, your block we gon spin it You play with me bitch it's a head on collision Please don't dirt on the name Or we kicking dirt on your grave Guess karma a hell of a thing Since Obama you thought it would change You can't throw don't dirt on the name Or we kicking dirt on your grave Guess karma a hell of a thing Since Obama you thought it would change Please don't dirt on the name Or we kicking dirt on your grave Guess karma a hell of a thing Since Obama you thought it would change But I'm feeling consistent Nigggas is dying the shooting persistence My homie ar catch a opp from a distance Meet you at the top I ain't stopping collision Ain't no regular mission He tried to cross me he finding religion We couldn't buy it we robbin or blickinn Just when they thought we was chilling we blitz em Yea, yea Just when he thought we was chilling we blitz em Made a movie this in blue Ray Heard shoot outs on a Tuesday Frontpage, Newsday Snatched a nigga new chain New kicks on boxed Chevy Just like lu kaine all black Bruce Wayne I just wanna make a Billie Lotta smoke in the city He might get hit in the brain he gon have no idea How you get lined by a snake? How you the trapper of the year? I stayed on my p's and q's Strap on me hope I never use Never lacking I got too much to lose Kept my respect cuz I follow the rules Get cut like a bob if you missing a tool Use to get brain in the back of the school If he ask for a plate then i'm fronting him two We counting the bread when there's nothing to do True Please don't dirt on the name Or we kicking dirt on your grave Guess karma a hell of a thing Since Obama you thought it would change But I'm feeling consistent Nigggas is dying the shooting persistence My homie ar catch a opp from a distance Meet you at the top i ain't stopping collision Ain't no regular mission He tried to cross me he finding religion We couldn't buy it we robbin or blickinn Just when they thought we was chilling we blitz em' Yea, yea Just when he thought we was chilling we blitz em'
Writer(s): Ismail Shabazz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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