Time Waits for No Man

Rasco lyrics

Rasco lyrics

"Gunz Still Hot Remix Lyrics"

Beauty Of Simplicity Lyrics
It's the beauty of simplicity That brings me down to my knees I'll Praise You for eternity And Lord I love you because you, you first loved me It's the beauty of simplicity that fills me with eternity I tasted your divinity and Lord I love you Because you, you first loved me and all God's people say we, we love you we love you lord we love you and we, we love you we love


f/ Ed O.G., Reks



[Reks]

Now Folks listen here, R-E-K-S.

Yo, we done trekked from the east coast.

Get up from my dawg in San Francisco on this Gunz Still Hot Remix.

Rasco, Ed O.G., livin' legends in the game,

barkin' wit' one of the young dawgs.

We about to set it like this, c'mon.



[Ed O.G.]

If the suns still hot, then my guns still hot

You number one wit a bullet, wit just one shot

ass-backwards, I'm a dog spelled backwards

Who puff backwards wit tan timbs and black hoods

You gangsta, but testifying for immunity

Write your eulogy, time to close your window of opportunity

Ya career is over for major damages

Cheap labels, whack records, weak managers

Amateurs, pros get paid a fee

Niggas love the
Slug Line Lyrics
I went to the marketplace They said they liked my face Better than a digital watch You got it, we're pros and we can spot it So I thought it was some disease But they were all on their knees Shakin' hands with my picture First we sterilize it Then we merchandise it Everybody tries Everybody buys it Well that's fine Put me on the slug line Punch a pretty hole in my mind Show me where to s
game so much they play for free

Talk shit behind my back but won't say it to me

Rasco and Reks, now which asshole is next

Ed O.G. is Boston bound

You lost ya skills and lost ya sound, now they at the lost and found

We so hot we take cold shower

get it on for hours, compare your shit to ours...c'mon



[Rasco - Hook 2X]

Ayo, we spit it, you cats better get wit it

Nuttin' but cash man, we stay fresh-fitted

If niggas is layed out then Rasco did it

Find me at the spot wit the guns still hot



[Reks]

I spit 16 bars of the deadliest paragraphs

Take the rap game, divide it by one, and then shatter half

Use the other half for target practice

Every rap cat wit a pad and pen or iron horses turn corks to ashes

Rasco sent to spit, my
Two Old Sidewinders Lyrics
(Hank Cochran - Max D. Barnes - Vern Gosdin) You load the horses I'll pack the rigger Let's tell 'em goodbye and walk out the door One drink and one kiss can lead to too many We ought to know cause we been there before. Eight hours of ridin' will put us in Houston Two hours of sleep to make it or bust Eight seconds of glory you stay in the money And five year old whiskey to wash down the dust. That ain't no
gun hot wit the clip

Pistol [???], make ya heart pump, jump and then skip

R E K S wit adrenaline scripts

Keep it rockin' like the pendulum twitch, past millennium tick

Continuous wit, the coast to coast

flows to ya throat, flows you can quote

Alls toe to toe, ready for war, my south paw will pop ya confetti jaw

This ya first taste of Reks dawg, you'll get many more

Rollin' wit two vets, and you bet we armed

I don‘t do threats, when I bark wit the dawgs I bring it on

You whack cats ya lifelines up so beg Regis

If you could make just one more call to the Lord Jesus



[Hook 2X]



[Rasco]

My six-shooter can shoot from all ways, hotter than the sun

For some we get dumb, you know where we from

C-A-B-A-Y the area

Ras' lock it down like a pitbull terrier

My Beantown recruits, rockin' black suits

For all of these whack groups, cause nigga we bout loot

You want proof? I speaks nuttin' but truth

255 feet and get shot off the roof

I be the hitman for grands

Nuttin less than the franks and grands in the hand, reppin' for San Fran

My plan is this, expand the list

Travel the globe and take the world off hold

Spit cold, my ice is froze quite nice

For that price I'm ready to pull that heist

We still precise, pin-point ya joint

Remove the groove, blown outta ya shoes

I can never lose, I bruise tracks for stacks

of them green backs, have me a drink and lean back

and think of all them times I blew those spots

Cover ya knot because the guns still hot



[Hook 2X]