grimey sound no surrender, we push and enter take over the scene and blaze the green put a chill through ya body when you saw my teeth find yourself
tryin to kill a habit (Cocaine Cause that's what he looks for, cocaine Never does he ever get any sleep Just walks day in and day out) (He'll chase that
than sin This is Bed-Stuy '82 Ninth floor, three tiny rooms, one view Buck-town, Roosevelt house They green grass is green, our green grass is brown
fed you, you died but we survived that day You killed your king, Rakeem Allah Gave him his life, he was your offspring Camouflage dog, days was green
I see buds that are green, red roses too I see the blunts, for me and you And I say to myself, what a wonderful world It's the illest little story for
[killah priest] The mind, heavy mental, jesus christ is, heavy mental Everything brings in, heavy mental day, the day you will experience something Heavy
, green, hilfiger nigga Indians wanna protect the lone howling chief So kids create beef [ chorus ] Beef Back in the days when we had nothin but beef At the end you may lose nothin but teeth
fire, from the Honda Passport Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails
Doin' this with two shorties sleepin' in the same bed So what up Pone nigga I can't zone Without you think about you up at night without my airlight Shine like broad day
? real ugly in the face lookin? boy, Gel lookin? boy, weave lookin? boy, Need to brush yo teeth lookin? boy, Boot lookin? boy, soup lookin? boy, Wearin? green
Lookin' real ugly in the face lookin' boy, Jail lookin' boy, weave lookin' boy, Need to brush yo teeth lookin' boy, Boot lookin' boy, soup lookin' boy, Wearin' green
romeo from batton rouge where its country as hell everybody touchin known to cause hell in the hot summer fresh clothes fresh bowls brush my teeth 2 times a day
everything I seen Casing? gas cynlinders was her means for green Took me to the movies when they bought Halloween to screen Got me a big wheel couldn't afford a green
' Flip, I'm back on the scene, freestyle king Brand new piece, same Byzentine I'm still sippin' lean, I'm still watchin' "Scream" I love wearin' platinum, but my favorite color's green
(Eightball) Eightball will come out hard with the gangsta lean gold smile for the women that be jockin' the green i'm a pimpster not a trick on a stroll