a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

crunch tymerz - we looking from the top lyrics

(stanley ipkins)

they roam the dark trenches hall trapping, gettin some blow from the nasty vets who probaly got herpes
besides that this ain’t rap about s-x, we looking from top defining what we see in our nest
father’s murdering they seeds avoiding pleading, guilty the jr’s growing so corrupted in a rotten
city where filthy souls march for gold, pack like a herd of rhino’s tearing holes in -ss holes
living life like a joke a make yo last laugh, become audio in wave pads
mother’s become glad when sons done graduated, his degree became murder when time facing
incarceration wasen’t planned for him, that snitch mode a no no cause gonnies on speed dial
i miss my cousin david and carey, lovely granny and gary mummbles my n-gga shouldn’t be buried
i know it’s not worth to body most of these n-ggas, but anger adreline a post slugs to these n-ggas
fastly like a dude that bust quickies on sl-ts, we going in all in mad men what

(chorus) (2x)

-we looking from the top youngsters getting shot, the block still hot cops hitting spots n-ggas chasing gwop
-n-ggas shooting at cops, from what it look like my n-gga this won’t stop

(minus boo)

-this game has been energized it will never stop, soon as the police leave they go l1ck off another shot
-this for the crack pushers and gun bussers, so deep in the game they’ll robb there own cousin
-it’s real treacherous what where you step and who you speak to, god made all humans but he made some see threw
-the lil n-ggas running the streets they wilding, no place to go man they stuck on the island
-all they know is partying and joy riding, but you can’t really blame them cause the world got’em
-everybody going nuts you ain’t human if you can’t feel the pressure, is you ready to do time cause they gonna stretch you
-for the couple bodies and them arm robberies, they go put you in a cell with a big n-gga name charlie
-yo this ain’t no f-ckin game this is real life homeboy, make sure you take yo notes and study
-all for the love of f-cking money what else would it be, to have this lil n-gga gasping for air i see it clear
-i take this time out to smoke a blunt, this for my fam upstate doing 300 months n-gga

(chorus) (2x)

-we looking from the top youngsters getting shot, the block still hot cops hitting spots n-ggas chasing gwop
-n-ggas shooting at cops, from what it look like my n-gga this won’t stop

(rekomstop skeemz)

-my ribs off the border i only do pounds, so stop calling asking about the ounces an the quarters
-i’m working for this paper a middle finger up to every hater, blast them sira nara see you later
-if you snitching got to go yo i pack heavy with flow, flows heavy like my dro woa
-everywhere i go i’m still dealing with this bullsh-t, that’s my lifes story everythings bullsh-t
-i done benn snitched on raided and locked, i use to hate my pop because my pop was a cop
-i was money hungry i was f-cking with the street, i was working with some gangsta’s they taught me how to eat
-i was really packin heat i was really moving weight, but i had to switch to rap jail was f-ckin up my cake
-i was only 16 when i first seen a judge, and by the 5th time man this dude just wouldn’t budge
-he was talking 5 years to i paid up that gwap, i was frank lucas how paid off those cops
-i was that block when i opened up shop, i was stack bundles i was making sh-t hot
-i was that dude i was gettin that cream, came up on white owl i’m rekomstop skeemz
-an imma keep doing my thang until i fall in the casket, looking from the top crunch timing these b-st-rds

(chorus) (2x)

-we looking from the top youngsters getting shot, the block still hot cops hitting spots n-ggas chasing gwop
-n-ggas shooting at cops, from what it look like my n-gga this won’t stop

- crunch tymerz lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS