Yeah Big ol' Glock, nigga (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Big ol' (yeah, yeah, big ol' Glock, yeah, yeah) Big ol' G, big ol' Glock, big ol' Glock, big ol' Glock (ayy) Big ol' Glock, big ol' Glock, big ol' Glock, big ol' Glock (uh) Yeah, bitch, I get guala, I'm talkin' 'bout big dollars You niggas small talkers Side watchin', straight cock-blockers Ain't nothin' like my partners I remember I was playin' cops and robbers Fucked around, turned to a robber (yeah) Since a toddler, lil' nigga been a problem Yeah, uh Catch a opp, let off shots, body drop Then we skrrts right off the block (skrrt, skrrt) Yeah, left the lot, drop the top, off the top Got some top right from the thot Yeah, camouflage, Audemars, lemon drops Earrings, I'm livin' large Yeah, diamonds dance, Diddy Bop, Milly Rock I just left from Elliot Yeah, I know you lil' niggas wanna be like Glock I know you want a car with a trunk in the front (huh, huh) Yeah, I know you niggas goin' broke tryna stunt (what?) Yeah, I know these niggas wanna be like us In Paper Route I trust (gang) Gang the gang, I'ma buss (gang, gang) Throwin' bullets, not knuckles Young Glock Brady, I'ma score, yeah (fire) Cutthroat to the core I'll kill a nigga with no remorse Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Haha, uh, ayy Yeah, bitch, I get guala, I'm talkin' 'bout big dollars You niggas small talkers Side watchin', straight cock-blockers Ain't nothin' like my partners I remember I was playin' cops and robbers Fucked around, turned to a robber (yeah) Since a toddler, lil' nigga been a problem Yeah, uh Yellow tape, homicide, goddamn, somebody died He got hit like forty times Yeah, since a child, lil' nigga runnin' wild I've been doin' this shit a while Yeah, runnin' wild, I've been doin' this for a while Mama like, boy, calm down But I'm turnt now and these niggas burnt out (turnt up, turnt up) Damn, these niggas burnt out (yeah) You should've seen their face when I brought that fur out (yeah) Ridin' in that yellow thing, look like Bert now And I'm fuckin' on your bae, yeah, that's how I get my work out I was in the trap, nigga, you was in the work house Came up out the mud, still'll give a nigga a dirt nap I was in the trap, nigga, you was in the work house Came up out the mud, still'll give a nigga a dirt nap (uh) Yeah, bitch, I get guala, I'm talkin' 'bout big dollars You niggas small talkers Side watchin', straight cock-blockers Ain't nothin' like my partners I remember I was playin' cops and robbers Fucked around, turned to a robber (yeah) Since a toddler, lil' nigga been a problem Yeah, uh Yeah, bitch, I get guala, I'm talkin' 'bout big dollars You niggas small talkers Side watchin', straight cock-blockers Ain't nothin' like my partners I remember I was playin' cops and robbers Fucked around, turned to a robber (yeah) Since a toddler, lil' nigga been a problem Yeah, uh

Featuring lord tariq & muggs (Lord tariq & muggs talking) Trying to tell you man I'm going up in there Trying to dig into niggas pockets Fuck that man {Lord tariq} Either you be real or you be dead Hey killer be a killer That's the rules to this game In the court of the law With let niggas that feel ya They know cat dealers But with some new shit like clue shit We strap for this thriller You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out Cock the mack back, blow his back out And take the back route And that's what that's about Understand? i wan't cans in hand This shit is real, never phony Don't come short with my mo-ney I'll only tell you once tony "Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me" If so, trust me, you outta luck b And try to sit high where them drugs be Filthy rich looking broke Fuck a bitch i wan't the world thust Keeping feds of my ass I gotta think fast 'Cause black man white town you know this shit won't last We try to bumble like ass Stay low, got to hurl that cash Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it We got cops and robbers Niggas and spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars Moving stones and bricks It ain't over on the streets We got blocks to get So heads up, guns cock Don't get rocked to this -{lord tariq}- Now if the good die young Then what the fuck that makes me? And who the fuck are you to rape me? Less then the best, bulletproof love The thugs holding it down in the decks And for the frauds i got techs Heading straight for your chest Feel me on this My word is priceless You can't pawn this I might diss drop jewels The way i cop jewels The way my nine drops flues The way my mind influes What's a nigga to do a murder Type of shit you never heard of >from jimbos to fat burger On some last long shit I be doing this forever like that nigga von zeil Plus i calm shit, i bomb shit I had alot of brooklyn niggas Saying "yeah them bronx niggas they get down" So hold your heat up, and move fast You got to keep Because clue, minnesota, lord tariq run these streets what Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk And there's nothing to comprehend When my nine talks -{muggs}- I peep the devil screaming bk 'Cause i rock for b.i.g. Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid In some rap i pack, used to be in passing for crack Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks Dreads call me african black named after my medicine Street veteran with one gun Killed eleven men It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy Bomb crews my mind power beyond you Now i push your hair line back Do what the con do I warned you, and sworn no talking Bring the thing out Got the block surrounded like cops And shots rang out Animal instinct, blood type is therobreed Run with thero heads Leave you in another burough bed Respect my hood, like the heats do Be k to the bronx Poor kane, lord tariq & clue Dj clue: Uh-huh Dj clue, professional Roc-a-fella!

A baby bird with brand-new wings A little girl on a playground swing The elderly who lose their teeth And little old me, I lost my key so I stay inside to watch TV Where the anchor lies about the Middle East Where the prophets cry for old Paris Because the romance died, but it didn't in me Everything is happening, yeah, yeah Everything is happening at the same time (same time) But if you listen close enough you might find Listen close enough and you'll hear the world cry A black star falls into the sea To make room for the next prodigy 'Cause there's a genius born in a basement suite With digital toys and a symphony Oh, what about me, yeah, what about me? What about me and my rock and roll dreams? What about them in the factories? Who never sleep, who never dream? Everything is happening, yeah, yeah Everything is happening at the same time (same time) But if you listen close enough you might find Listen close enough and you'll hear the world cry And the Americas are hooked on drugs And the government is run by thugs If there's a God above, it's not enough But I don't care 'cause I'm in love Everything is happening, yeah, yeah Everything is happening at the same time (same time) But if you listen close enough you might find Listen close enough and you'll hear the world cry And everyone is speaking up, yeah Everything is happening at the same time (same time) But if we listen up enough and shut our mouths Listen up enough, we might hear the world sigh

I taste you in the air Your energy everywhere Oh, it's borderline unfair You know, I can see 'em prayin' it, screamin' my name, oh And if it's up to me, I I need you in between, my In my Egyptian sheets You know, I can see 'em prayin' Think you feel the same, oh Oh, if they dusted me for prints They'd find you all over me, all over me Nothing ever quite felt like this The fire is killing me The good kind of killing me Like playing with matches, matches, matches This might leave somе damage, damage, damage Thе good kind of damage, damage, damage Like playing with matches, matches, matches Like playing with matches Like playing with matches Playing with matches I like the way you dress, yeah And then how you undress, yeah Like it here on your chest No, there ain't no better place to catch my breath, yeah Oh, if they dusted me for prints They'd find you all over me, are you all over me Nothing ever quite felt like this The fire is killing me The good kind of killing me Like playing with matches, matches, matches This might leave some damage, damage, damage The good kind of damage, damage, damage Like playing with matches, matches, matches Like playing with Oh-whoa-oh Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh Want you good in the worst way Oh-whoa-oh Oh-whoa-oh-oh-oh Want you good in the worst way Like playing with matches, matches, matches This might leave some damage, damage, damage The good kind of damage, damage, damage Like playing with matches, matches, matches Like playing with matches Like playing with matches Playing with matches Like playing with matches Playing with matches

We meet at the Broken Spoke Restaurant and Lounge I lit your cigarette then you wrote your number down. On the inside of a matchbook that was laying on the bar And a fire started burning somewhere in my heart I didn't see it coming, guess I didn't read the signs I just never thought you'd leave me after all this time. But today when I came home my key was hollow in the door And there was nothing but a worn out book of matches on the floor You took the bed; you took the dishes and the car And you broke my trust and you took advantage of my heart And you left me here with empty rooms and walls with holes, scars and scratches, If I find the strength to burn your memory down At least you left the matches. The color is old and faded; the cover's worn and stained I can still make out the numbers and the heart beside your name Until tonight they'd only lit a single cigarette Now one by one I'm striking them to help me to forget And everybody at the broken spoke They all thought my crazy story was a joke Now they're all out in the parking lot Staring at the smoke You took the bed; you took the dishes and the car And you broke my trust and you took advantage of my heart And you left me here with empty rooms of walls and holes, scars and scratches Now I found the strength to burn your memory down At least you left the matches. Baby all that's left of our love now is ashes Thank god you left the matches