Edge lyrics

[Verse 1]
Uh uh, Uh, Uh
Ayo, mac 10s and fake friends
Lawyers little game homicide 25 with the f*cking n*gga face 'em
But I'm still trill, still holdin
Rollin gully until I'm froze, close in a box with embalming fluid
Veins pumpin ice
First some 15 keep that king pumping right
Hard white, cold cash
Hold fast, fold fast, through the city so gas
No ass
Straight head b*tch, I'm one a from the feds
f*ck comma raps, same G and canna
All I got in this world is my fifth di*k and honor
Gangsta mannerism lyrical vandalism
n*ggas be burnin up their gums until the f*cking hammers hit 'em
Who need help?
Well until then I'mma take that mac off the shelf
And hold the f*cking street hostage
Blowing smoke out my nostril
Every breath is a step to a non-time in death

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I wanna know where to go
Need a place in my mind I can rest
Cause this time is running out for my flesh
Dried up, sittin' in a chair fried up

[Verse 2]
You know me; I don't need no introduction in this
Big gun, big di*k, half of a meal on the wrist
Sittin in my continental thinkin' about potential connects
I live in all, just pencil the best
Parts of the live of a quintessential hustler
When I pull a slide back
Motherf*ckers be hoppin' their faces don't get left open
You understand?
Shirt soaking, brain smoking left in the ocean floatin'
Shyne Po, dough, stack, y'all Rap n*ggas is trash
I don't give a f*ck how much records you sold
Tryin' to be me
Keep it real dog, you'll die to be me
You wanna know how it feel, don't you?
To have a murder charge, tote guns to the American Music Awards
And live life against stars
Doing 170 screaming "f*ck THE WORLD" (gangsta get outta the car)

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[Verse 3]
Where the f*ck them n*ggas at? We gonna handle this beef
Turn your mic off b*tch; see me in the street
f*ck peace 'til I'm rest in the dried up flesh is finish
I don't know how to tell until I'm in the morgue
Dysfunctional, highly uncomfortable paranoid
Without the extra clip (b*tch), try me I'll puncture you
Had n*ggas waking up with wings in their backs, halos in their head like
"Ayo I'm dead"
Canaanite f*cking princess Diana type
Vane wives, vane light, pen I write cold, hand of ice
They said too much for the motor mind to comprehend
Walk wit me, pause take a breath
Things ain't just the same for gangstas
Sleeping in diamond, it's f*cking up the game for gangstas
While charges tryin to arraign a gangsta
Through it all I maintain my gangsta

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