Yo
Manna trap online, no talker
I ain't no hero like Peter Parker
I just slap man out of his parka
Lightskin but man could turn darker
Speech, manna like talka
Don't say you're fast or bet we'll run faster
Try F with the movement
F with one of my brothers and I advise that you run to the Gaza
Yo, I don't wanna hear no chat 'bout bro
Manna not family, man are not show
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
So best mind what you say 'pon tracks
Bars, them gettin' man bits 'pon road
Sure know I don't wanna step back 'pon road
But say something about manners
Indeed one of my bruddas are gonna make man step on road
Life right now on the ends is cold
Seen bare man tryna let that go
Uncle Lex, man stepped in the war
True say now we can't let that go
Touch one hair on the head of a brother, dead man
'Cause bro can't let that go
Let that go, now tell a man no
Not 'til somebody
Let that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
Now that brudda can't let that go
Not 'til somebody let that go
We know beef don't stop in the ends
Not 'til somebody let that go
I'm way more actions and less talk
From the belly of the beast where it gets warm
No it ain't all black and white 'round here
If you ever hear a brother get his chest poured
Get a vest on that's stab-proof
Man's west-born, and that's true
I got super drugs and them black boots
And I still do what I have to
In blacked out garbs, blacked out mosque
Fully blacked out in a black top car
West-end shops, get that posh
More time in a civvy and my trap-house guards
Take man's gal and her best friend off 'em
Make her whine for the brother with her pants down floor
Respect man, when mannaman set man proper
When it kicks off, I swear I'm gonna stand down, draw, step forth
You will get clipped down to Ross
If mans 'round your George, or Nan's house or aunt
It's stampin' out your mark, can't back out the war
If you see me gettin' gritty then back down my darg and
Lord, have mercy, which punishment is man worthy
Get Van Helsing, not Van Persie
'Cause I won't shoot, but back the knack early
Life right now on the ends is cold
Seen bare man tryna let that go
Uncle Lex, man stepped in the war
True say now we can't let that go
Touch one hair on the head of a brother, dead man
'Cause bro can't let that go
Let that go, now tell a man no
Not 'til somebody
Let that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
Now that brudda can't let that go
Not 'til somebody let that go
We know beef don't stop in the ends
Not 'til somebody let that go
I got bro in me, you ain't never been like that
All you man's broad day, he don't grip it like that
I'm Rollie, man's just pop it like that
Alright, gang ting, man just got it like that
I got bro in me, you ain't never been like that
Man's broad day, he don't grip it like that
I'm Rollie, man's just pop it like that
Alright, gang ting, man just got it like that
Stop acting like you would not get Oscar
Man would turn to a chef or a boxer
Make the sweetest lad unbox ya
When I come around better fix your posture
I'ma fly over the table and box ya
Come down and stop actin' proper
I'll let my little young buck get ya
I wouldn't get 'round near this pressure
Corn on the cob for your headtop
Man turn your white tee to a red top
Man just serve in jumpstart
And you're just pissed in the yard
And man just bill it and laugh
Got my old ting, didn't wanna go hard
I did it for the Blue Night, Yizzy's in charge
Life right now on the ends is cold
Seen bare man tryna let that go
Uncle Lex, man stepped in the war
True say now we can't let that go
Touch one hair on the head of a brother, dead man
'Cause bro can't let that go
Let that go, now tell a man no
Not 'til somebody
Let that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
Now that brudda can't let that go
Not 'til somebody let that go
We know beef don't stop in the ends
Not 'til somebody let that go
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Yo
Manna trap online, no talker
I ain't no hero like Peter Parker
I just slap man out of his parka
Lightskin but man could turn darker
Speech, manna like talka
Don't say you're fast or bet we'll run faster
Try F with the movement
F with one of my brothers and I advise that you run to the Gaza
Yo, I don't wanna hear no chat 'bout bro
Manna not family, man are not show
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
So best mind what you say 'pon tracks
Bars, them gettin' man bits 'pon road
Sure know I don't wanna step back 'pon road
But say something about manners
Indeed one of my bruddas are gonna make man step on road
Life right now on the ends is cold
Seen bare man tryna let that go
Uncle Lex, man stepped in the war
True say now we can't let that go
Touch one hair on the head of a brother, dead man
'Cause bro can't let that go
Let that go, now tell a man no
Not 'til somebody
Let that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
Now that brudda can't let that go
Not 'til somebody let that go
We know beef don't stop in the ends
Not 'til somebody let that go
I'm way more actions and less talk
From the belly of the beast where it gets warm
No it ain't all black and white 'round here
If you ever hear a brother get his chest poured
Get a vest on that's stab-proof
Man's west-born, and that's true
I got super drugs and them black boots
And I still do what I have to
In blacked out garbs, blacked out mosque
Fully blacked out in a black top car
West-end shops, get that posh
More time in a civvy and my trap-house guards
Take man's gal and her best friend off 'em
Make her whine for the brother with her pants down floor
Respect man, when mannaman set man proper
When it kicks off, I swear I'm gonna stand down, draw, step forth
You will get clipped down to Ross
If mans 'round your George, or Nan's house or aunt
It's stampin' out your mark, can't back out the war
If you see me gettin' gritty then back down my darg and
Lord, have mercy, which punishment is man worthy
Get Van Helsing, not Van Persie
'Cause I won't shoot, but back the knack early
Life right now on the ends is cold
Seen bare man tryna let that go
Uncle Lex, man stepped in the war
True say now we can't let that go
Touch one hair on the head of a brother, dead man
'Cause bro can't let that go
Let that go, now tell a man no
Not 'til somebody
Let that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
Now that brudda can't let that go
Not 'til somebody let that go
We know beef don't stop in the ends
Not 'til somebody let that go
I got bro in me, you ain't never been like that
All you man's broad day, he don't grip it like that
I'm Rollie, man's just pop it like that
Alright, gang ting, man just got it like that
I got bro in me, you ain't never been like that
Man's broad day, he don't grip it like that
I'm Rollie, man's just pop it like that
Alright, gang ting, man just got it like that
Stop acting like you would not get Oscar
Man would turn to a chef or a boxer
Make the sweetest lad unbox ya
When I come around better fix your posture
I'ma fly over the table and box ya
Come down and stop actin' proper
I'll let my little young buck get ya
I wouldn't get 'round near this pressure
Corn on the cob for your headtop
Man turn your white tee to a red top
Man just serve in jumpstart
And you're just pissed in the yard
And man just bill it and laugh
Got my old ting, didn't wanna go hard
I did it for the Blue Night, Yizzy's in charge
Life right now on the ends is cold
Seen bare man tryna let that go
Uncle Lex, man stepped in the war
True say now we can't let that go
Touch one hair on the head of a brother, dead man
'Cause bro can't let that go
Let that go, now tell a man no
Not 'til somebody
Let that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
Now that brudda can't let that go
Not 'til somebody let that go
We know beef don't stop in the ends
Not 'til somebody let that go
Manna trap online, no talker
I ain't no hero like Peter Parker
I just slap man out of his parka
Lightskin but man could turn darker
Speech, manna like talka
Don't say you're fast or bet we'll run faster
Try F with the movement
F with one of my brothers and I advise that you run to the Gaza
Yo, I don't wanna hear no chat 'bout bro
Manna not family, man are not show
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
So best mind what you say 'pon tracks
Bars, them gettin' man bits 'pon road
Sure know I don't wanna step back 'pon road
But say something about manners
Indeed one of my bruddas are gonna make man step on road
Life right now on the ends is cold
Seen bare man tryna let that go
Uncle Lex, man stepped in the war
True say now we can't let that go
Touch one hair on the head of a brother, dead man
'Cause bro can't let that go
Let that go, now tell a man no
Not 'til somebody
Let that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
Now that brudda can't let that go
Not 'til somebody let that go
We know beef don't stop in the ends
Not 'til somebody let that go
I'm way more actions and less talk
From the belly of the beast where it gets warm
No it ain't all black and white 'round here
If you ever hear a brother get his chest poured
Get a vest on that's stab-proof
Man's west-born, and that's true
I got super drugs and them black boots
And I still do what I have to
In blacked out garbs, blacked out mosque
Fully blacked out in a black top car
West-end shops, get that posh
More time in a civvy and my trap-house guards
Take man's gal and her best friend off 'em
Make her whine for the brother with her pants down floor
Respect man, when mannaman set man proper
When it kicks off, I swear I'm gonna stand down, draw, step forth
You will get clipped down to Ross
If mans 'round your George, or Nan's house or aunt
It's stampin' out your mark, can't back out the war
If you see me gettin' gritty then back down my darg and
Lord, have mercy, which punishment is man worthy
Get Van Helsing, not Van Persie
'Cause I won't shoot, but back the knack early
Life right now on the ends is cold
Seen bare man tryna let that go
Uncle Lex, man stepped in the war
True say now we can't let that go
Touch one hair on the head of a brother, dead man
'Cause bro can't let that go
Let that go, now tell a man no
Not 'til somebody
Let that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
Now that brudda can't let that go
Not 'til somebody let that go
We know beef don't stop in the ends
Not 'til somebody let that go
I got bro in me, you ain't never been like that
All you man's broad day, he don't grip it like that
I'm Rollie, man's just pop it like that
Alright, gang ting, man just got it like that
I got bro in me, you ain't never been like that
Man's broad day, he don't grip it like that
I'm Rollie, man's just pop it like that
Alright, gang ting, man just got it like that
Stop acting like you would not get Oscar
Man would turn to a chef or a boxer
Make the sweetest lad unbox ya
When I come around better fix your posture
I'ma fly over the table and box ya
Come down and stop actin' proper
I'll let my little young buck get ya
I wouldn't get 'round near this pressure
Corn on the cob for your headtop
Man turn your white tee to a red top
Man just serve in jumpstart
And you're just pissed in the yard
And man just bill it and laugh
Got my old ting, didn't wanna go hard
I did it for the Blue Night, Yizzy's in charge
Life right now on the ends is cold
Seen bare man tryna let that go
Uncle Lex, man stepped in the war
True say now we can't let that go
Touch one hair on the head of a brother, dead man
'Cause bro can't let that go
Let that go, now tell a man no
Not 'til somebody
Let that, let that, let that, let that, let that go
This ain't a game like tic-tac-toe
Seen better man get snaked 'pon road
All by somebody they call bro
Now that brudda can't let that go
Not 'til somebody let that go
We know beef don't stop in the ends
Not 'til somebody let that go