razor ball it cover and claw I see it shine, I see it stare Holding heart in my hand Take the master morgue and make her have him sitting offside Let the glory boy
reason for heading home It's not serene It don't make sense to me I got the four eyes blooming under half of my bed Seems to jingle as the razor comes
, my heart's cold as hockey gloves I light it up and take off that beef and broccoli high Chocolate tie, green skunk, south Jamaica queens punk Stand up ya boy
the new debut Fox fired a nigga, boy that's great news Now I'm back in the hood like Grey Goose Who's gona stop me? I'm razor sharp With Gilla niggaz
here We gon' take it down like this, yo, D-Don, Don It's bone-afficial my nizzle D-Don got issues and a type team that dismiss you Oh boy, I gets more
chump charges that I didn't even ask for Gettin' hastled by wild boys, like gettin' lassoed by cowboys Any instructions given, he put some more shit on like now boy
All good soldiers crack like boulders The sun climbs up to a razor Violins, new boots and numbers on a chain All good soldiers All good soldiers Fall
back to my music, back to my papers back to the paparazzi stuffing our faces back to my boy whose discussing my wages one by one Ia??m wrapping mine like razors
share this evenin'? Yeah, I got somethin' to share When you walked through the door you were queer to me So come here, baby boy, just come here to me You're a cock boy
Beautiful child in razor heels Sashays into the room All the boys, they catch their breath And the mirrors, swoon Now she's running down the hall Head
G. Rap and my nigga G-Dep 'Bout to do it Gorilla style, you heard It's a Igloo-Bad Boy collabo thing you know? Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it Coming
it off tonight U know what time it is? A simple punch of the fade, a little flex of the wrist Flash whoopin' the mix while I'm kickin' the gift Yo, like a double edge razor, the boy
pulling every track back like a bunji And yeah ya bitch love me fuck 'em if they hating Call me doc nice I make 'em a trauma patient Armed to the teeth boy
took ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga
from me All my life around drug niggas villains who want millions Niggas with them hoodies on with teks in the building Mad fiends, bags and green, Gillette razors
ya in You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah!) You wanted to be a killer (New York Stand Up) You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth nigga) You
em off like drapes Then ask what's the combination to the safe, with the brace And those who didn't reply they fell straight to their face Razor blade
mind stap, cryin', his eyes strapped Beneath clothin', perhaps speed glowin' The golden wise domes, blizzard unknown The unforbidden, got to live, wild style begun To uplift the mind, boy