L’Amour East Redux

I'm not worried about it myself, you know Cause if they come to me, talking, i think I'm a talk back, you know i'm not Gonna shut up for nobody, you know, nobody I'm addicted to love, lust, knowledge And euphoria Drugs, C and D cups, ganja and the gorier Blood, guts, and deep cuts, Everlands And black Timbs Gold mouth, leopard flag, click-clack We strapped in i roll up, talk shit, niggas Know I'm really real, big blunt of that sour Smoke it till I catch a chill Niggas get slain over basketball game Man, the hood may never change All these niggas do is bang Cops want us all in chains Chase us down the one-way I'm too smooth in my ways Threw the stash in the drain This twelve gauge, split a Nigga, tsunami waves, bitch I beat you ass for some shades And some Johnny Cage shit (coo-coo) Rip your face off your scalp Now you got a facelift Beef, what's beef, that's a great dick shit Feet? That's a great ditch Zombie Gang, NYC, we amazing, f*ck NYPD Man I hate them I, I, I, I, I, I met the reaper once He told me that I should keep it up And if ever my gun I clutch Then he would help me sweep it up I got Jesus on the payroll And if he move left, then perfect I'm smashing and fucking high Low, that's the truth, non Phixion 150 proof, my liquor, Zombie Gang, ILL Bill My nigga Latin quarter to L'Amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens We all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we We all creeps CBGB's to L'Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP Kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef (look at me motherfucker when I'm talking) Flatbush Sweater, Queens get the money Sticking to the strip, ain't A damn thing funny, hoe Stick to the strip If you ain't getting money From the land of the hoe, baking sodas And the honeys Stick-up kids, sparing nothing but the ribs Hop in the bang, bang, bang, bang bang bang Peel off quick, bumping track number 6, ready to die, i'm that Big Can't teach a old dog new tricks My old dog got the four-fifth And his fingers, they itch Finna smack a bitch, where's my lighter? Roll the weed, ignite your lifer Many individuals try to play the game Head first off your frame Flawless victory, decapitate, and Michael Jordan, he from Brooklyn too Where niggas get killed for They Air Jordan shoes I don't really ball, but I'm higher than you Smoking fire with some dreads Calculating ways to clean the spread Cop a paddy, then I head to the liquor store Bomb, where's the hoes that be Watching all my videos? We gon' need a few of those Zombie maneuver those when I was young I used to bump that mace shit One gold tooth, brown Timbs and a razor Now I'm fiction, beat a nigga pulp No kidding Latin quarter to L'Amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens We all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we We all creeps CBGB's to L'Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP Kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef (look at me motherfucker when I'm talking) Double L Train Canarsie, fit tags Drippy markers albee Square, Coliseum Fifty deep in Kings Plaza Flat leavers, crack slingers, cap peelers Rap singers blasted Desert Eagles Turning tracks forever ether While the war planes scatter nukes Cross-played splatter goons Sautéed magic shrooms More strange antics soon Blasting "Paid In Full, " Dog Day Afternoon Had to pay my dues, fought James after school I snuffed John Hayes in Front of Captain Video Next to the Arch Diner Joey Haskell was with me too That was before the gunplay And Dapper Dan jackets Bootleg Timberland leathers and Automatic ratchets Before Artie Artelino blew his face off Playing Russian Roulette after he vacuumed Up a 8 ball From childhood to manhood in Kings County From my hood to yours We represent it proudly Represent New York, represent Rowdy Represent my whole crew, represent Howie Latin quarter to L'Amour east, we all beast From across seas to cross queens We all creeps We, we, we all, we, we, we all, we, we, we We all creeps CBGB's to L'Amour east, we all beasts Smoke PCP Kids got stabbed over graffiti beef Gra-gra-gra-gra-gra-graffiti beef (look at me motherfucker when I'm talking)