Edge (Album Version|Explicit)

Written by：H. Charlemagne/Jamaal Barrow

Uh uh uh uh

Ayo mac 10s and fake friends

Lawyers little game homicide 25 with

The f**king ni**a face 'em

But I'm still trill still holdin

Rollin gully until I'm froze

Close in a box with a bomb in 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 a**

Straight head b**ch I'm one a from the feds

F**k comma raps same g and canna

All I got in this world is my fifth dick and nana

Gangsta mannerism lyrical vandalism

Niggaz be burnin up their gums until the

F**king hammers hit 'em

Who need help

Well until then I'ma take that mac off

The shelf

And hold the f**king street hostage

Blowing smoke out my nostril

Every breath is a step to a non time in death

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

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

You know me

I don't need no introduction

In this

Big gun big dick 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**kers 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

Niggaz is trash

I don't give a f**k 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 took gun to

The american music awards

And live life against stars

Doing 170 screaming f**k the world

Gangsta get outta the car

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

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

Where the f**k them niggaz at

We gonna handle this beef

Turn your mic off b**ch

See me in the street

F**k 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**ch try me

I'll puncture you

Had niggaz waking up with wings

In their backs halos in their head like

Ł˘Ayo I'm deadŁ˘

Can a knight f**king 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**king

Up the game for gangstas

While charges tryin to ring a gangsta

Through it all I maintain my gangsta

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

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

I need to 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

I need to 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

I need to 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