Issue No 112 100 Lyrics

These hearses take my verses but grant it, ever verse deserves a purse
With a grand in the hearse, but the hand in my purchase is just a bandage
For those that ain't heard of the damage
I bring, I sing verses that will warp your manner
Think you polite, picked up by the police
Tow night and booking, shook so tight
Tingling, mingling with the co-tight, that's so right
Order now on canal, so close, tight
Old type uncle told me 'bout his whole life
How he used to hold nights, now I hold knights

Hard pill to swallow, heart decided to ended it, the tunnel
'was chasing his troubles, can't make the puddle
Splash, rash, sip in the puddle and these fuckers wonder how we keep it one double
And these fuckers wonder how we keep it one double
And these fuckers wonder how we keep it one double

Gold finger sport, toss me the beat, told me to keep it 100
Raising the ranks, time to spit, speak, say what I wanna with my gunna
Who hangs the thunder to come pulling me under into the jungle
'lose it, now I'm putrid, truth is'used to be muted
It made me tight, gave me a mic, now I'm hype to use it
Music is two cents, this'
Hustlers that do it, never lack it, they know they need it
If you get it tell me what percentage do you keep it

Hard pill to swallow, heart decided to ended it, the tunnel
'was chasing his troubles, can't make the puddle
Splash, rash, sip in the puddle and these fuckers wonder how we keep it one double
And these fuckers wonder how we keep it one double
And these fuckers wonder how we keep it one double

'bullshit don't sweat it 'cause we were force-fed since we was born in there
Don't forget, it, bullshit, don't sweat it'