Tsu Surf, Beanie Sigel - Reflections lyrics

[Tsu Surf, Beanie Sigel - Reflections lyrics]

The living dead tell you stay woke: oxymoron
Morons addicted to Percs, I'm off the heroin
"Rapper OD'd off codeine" reads the headline
Pretty Whitneys followin' Bobbys
To a deadline niggas addicted to my leisure
Pleasure and licks this the era of lady dope
Fiends and young Gippers
Misters wearin' purses and shirts
Made for Miss's
Gangstas wearin choakers, this shit viscious
Matter of fact, this shit sickenin'
Demasculatin' men, masculatin' these women
The same sex of anything
Can't produce children
Man who approved these new rules of livin'?
Who's catchin'? Who's pitchin'? You
Choose the villain shit, do you Boo
Just don't confuse the children
I choose to kill 'em
Shit the truth is what I tell 'em
Ain't it generous to trick your baby
Girl to be a Ellen
These new rappers dressed in drag
Callin' it "swag"
Big-ass bag and a zip, callin' it "drip"
My real niggas respect that
The squares gon' rep
Before I ever fall for that shit
I'm callin' it quit's

No super-skinny jeans
This 45 compacted but it's extended
We rent it then get it tinted
Insurance for when we spendin'
Then we double back, thunder clap
Nother problem, nother MAC
Funny hair colors
This Lil UzI don't mumble rap we too legit
Hammers be a must when you movin' bricks
I hit his eye, the other eye blink
Movie shit try me, old Beans for the homi
My mother found the pound and found
The strap with the bodies
That's real stuff, dropped a body
Almost got bodied and then I heeled up
Designer don't impress me
Spent a feature on that lil pump
These opiates got my
Generation feelin' emotionless
Closed they block down then we opened it
All beef I had, I ate most of it
FN Five-seven, I ain't postin' it
Zipper down my stomatch, can't open it
Kitchen whippin', bigger plans
Feds listenin' in that van
Middle man conspiracy
Indict him off his Instagram
Judge to the judgin'
What he do with his life?
I can double tap a trigger
I don't do it for likes
That ain't a orgy, that's a mission
I hit two in a night
Wasn't a orgy, that's a mission
I hit two in a night

These niggas clowns without the big
Shoes and a red nose
Fuck, them cowards ain't got no heart
Straight scarecrows
I need more than ten man (Tin Man)
I'm off to see the Wizard for the big load
Count up the total and move a Brick Road

Caught a case, no co-defendant, dark road
Bed cold cuz ain't never comin' back
His son see him in fed clothes
A part of war
They tried to do me when they saw me
I be feelin' like it's comin'
Bought a chopper and a 40

Streets dried up, coke prices in the 40s
Every dopeboy screamin' FREE EL CHAPO
When they caught him it's drop time
Ain't no receit's when you bought 'em
Caught number chasin'
Every point losin' quarters

Pill poppin', Percocets ain't workin'
Need another strength that was me
That sunroof got enough space let
You drum that clip
Cautious, this Caucasian inquirin' that
He want a brick
We don't no weird and no funny shit

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