Every Time We Come Around (feat. French Montana, Jadakiss, Ace Hood & Vado) - DJ Khaled

Fuck all that ho shit Fuck all you fuck boys Bitch, we're real hustlers Get money... It's We The Best music, Bad Boy, Coke Boyz I got my gun on me, I tell my kids I'll never leave them lonely Fucking streets on me, death row Jamaicans murder your family Fuck what happens tonight, fuck what happens tonight Fuck what happens tonight, I've got my gun on me It was murder she wrote, your name in blood When the love's gone, your eyes diluted full of blood Six cars full of goons, six blocks heard the boom Dreadlocks, middle of June, head shots, get tombed Stone, ten shots, five gone, 9/11 dial tone You want it all, die alone A war's going on nobody's safe from Now we're talking to the judge when your day come Like it was hard not to kill these niggas It was like a full-time job not to kill these niggas Eight figures, need the eight story mansion While I'm strapped up two-stepping with the devil dancing Diluted with blood in my eyes Like a stillborn, niggas won't make it out alive, nigga Fuck it, I'm ready to die tonight Put it on mom with that clip on my back, I loaded it twice Just a call away, my niggas is ready, no matter the price Playing with mine, you niggas could get it including your wife Isn't life a motherfucker? Since seventeen that pistol's been my blood brother Sleeping with that lethal weapon, playing Danny Glover AK40, own a hundred if we're talking numbers Riders' fucking with mobsters Niggas want beef? Turn them to pasta Load up the clip, shoot up your mama Bang bang, bless them father Passed beside him, rest aside a lake That's swimming with snakes inside Look at my eyes, I hate disguises Knife or gun, I compromise it Oh Lord, I'm a ride on my enemies If I die tonight, I bet them gangsters remember me Nigga, until then... From the depths of the sea, back to the block With a bitch on my dick and a bottle of Ciroc Tick tock, non-stop, blocker, blocker, blood clot Don't piss the lion cause you'll get dropped on the spot Lick shot, drip drop over the soil Pot's hot until it boils To this Crip shit, I'm loyal Dip with us, ride with us, lie with us, sleep with us Sit with us, fuck with us, babble bitch's better get with us She likes the French tip nails that I wear And how I'm so pimped out with dreads in my hair, yeah You got truth, now the truth is to dare Blue bandana, it's me and Montana At the Tropicana with Tanehsa, Alisha, Lakesha, Savannah Nicknames for my blammer The smell of blood in the bathroom Body layed out stiff full of stab wounds I told this nigga I was coming back Pussy must not have heard when I told him that Nigga, it's eye for an eye A life for a life, a body for a price I want to smell his last breath took And look him in the eyes and make for sure he knows how death looks Because I'm him, it's in the air, I can feel it Shot him four times with the gun I was concealing Overkilling, it ain't no coming back from it Then walked away with a demeanour like I just done it Something evil this way's coming For big face hundreds this bitch gets punished

Illa on the beat Woah, have mercy on me, uh Woah, have mercy on me Father Cause I've been robbin' I've been stealin' I've been messed up, haah For that big gold chain Slang cocaine Don't get gassed up, haah There's niggas gettin' murdered Murder, murder Show you shit you never heard of Have mercy on me, Montana Oh la-la-la, I got it on You could bread or let the bread break you You can make choices or let choice make you Came from a hole in hell with hella hoes Shawty knees weak like Derrick Rose Baby I'm the one like (?) Our Father, I was baptized in dirty water Lost my right hand, I'm on a different time Put 5 holes in your face, Olympic sign Servin' straight white, Gwen Stefan' Talkin'-talkin' bout, bad breaks, straight grind I'm in Highland, shawty gone, alien Came from the corner now homie rockin' stadiums Couple dollars what the homie kill for Money order what a killer wish for Squad have mercy Left the gun range, hopped in the Rover Woke up, the nigga seen her with a chip on my shoulder Woah, have mercy on me, uh Woah, have mercy on me Father Cause I've been robbin' I've been stealin' I've been messed up, haah For that big gold chain Slang cocaine Don't get gassed up, haah There's niggas gettin' murdered Murder, murder Show you shit you never heard of Have mercy on me, Montana Oh la-la-la, I got it on Yeah have mercy on me Lord knows the devil's been workin' on me My man got the guns but the work is on me I'm startin' to feel like a curse is on me Hooked up the tubes with the nurses on me Poke some Peru with the purse in Long Beach Lotta shit that you ain't gon' see As far as the money goes, you can bank on me His lips is full, the Rolls-Royce tank on E And alive is somethin' that you ain't gon' be, yeah You know what the cash'll do (what?) It'll make your murder game international Is it blasphemy if I blast for you? This amazin' what a gun and a mask'll do I'm becomin' a beast I'm the last of a breed that's becomin' deceased Have mercy Woah, have mercy on me, uh Woah, have mercy on me Father Cause I've been robbin' I've been stealin' I've been messed up, haah For that big gold chain Slang cocaine Don't get gassed up, haah There's niggas gettin' murdered Murder, murder Show you shit you never heard of Have mercy on me, oh This goes out to those choose to use disrespectful views On the king of PHILLY, represent the 215 24/7, 365, 211's, 187's, who want die? 6 million way, which one you want try? Rest in peace to B-I-double G-I You want trouble? Put you to sleep like a double G hah What's beef? 20 akhi's strapped like a jihad See me, slippin' in the streets, never be I I creep, stay low, and never cease fire I keep extra gats for extra cats Yes it's the Mac and I'm back to put the crip on rap The most crazy Sigel baby Mac-10 and eagle crazy Renegade like Slim Shady That Mossberg 12 gauge bang like M80, cause damage God damn it, you can't stand it Take heed from French Montana and don't panic I'm a boss in these streets like William and Rameek That's ball game Flow tight like denim from Balmain Have mercy on me, have mercy on them Get 'em choked with they jeans, get 'em murked in they Benz Give a fuck about these rappers, care less about they friends I don't think about they hoes, I don't think about they ends Let's get a ghost rope, watch all them niggas hang 100 shot Tommy gun, every bullet bangs Back to bein' holiday, every day holy You can talk about your Rollie, I can motherfuckin' yap it off Why don't you go and get and a gun and try to clap it off Who said they was the king? Wear your crown so I can smack it off Nigga this is Beanie Sigel, French, Kiss, and Ghost Fuck around and have you murdered, make you french kiss a ghost Watch your approach or get stomped like a roach I'm the ghetto president but ain't never have a vote, never Watch what you sayin' if you care about your throat I get every bone broke lil locc What nigga? Woah, have mercy on me, uh Woah, have mercy on me Father Cause I've been robbin' I've been stealin' I've been messed up, haah For that big gold chain Slang cocaine Don't get gassed up, haah There's niggas gettin' murdered Murder, murder Show you shit you never heard of Have mercy on me, oh

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