No Exceptions Lyrics

by Screwball Lyrics

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No Exceptions
Chorus
Life's full of love and hat
So we got crums to mak
Survival's at stak
We under pressur
Still, we need to treasur
No exceptions, drastic measure
Its my life, no exception
Life's full of love and hat
So we got crums to mak
Survival's at stak
We under pressur
Still, we need to treasur
No exceptions, drastic measure
You got one life, no exception
Now who ran guns with Bounty, did a joint with Raki
A song with Mariah that had the whole world poppi
Who that be the R-A-Double P-E-
Niggas fuck with this and they get sent to the E.R
Now I'm rockin jams with the Screwball fa
They connected so thick, with them men in submission you know who ??
Screwball and the Mobb so sic
We repin' QB son, they wouldn't understand i
We roll so thick that niggas get Noy
Niggas don't want it 'cuz Noyd bring nois
No way, niggas can't stop me, son it shocked me
They tried, I pulled out and popped thre
Choru
Hey y
Light the blunts up, cook the coke u
One Times out, so what motherfucker I'm tryin to blow u
And when they show up I put the cracks in the stas
The gats in the grass, when they roll I just blas
With no problem bumpin Primo, to niggas we kno
You try, you die like Peschi in Casin
No exceptions to the rule, the Ball to the Scre
Go back like "check one two"
Street gang to the rap gam
Worldwide thang, thugstyle niggas feel the pai
Gotta go hard and sunshine they rai
Blow the block up, fuck niggas, with no exception
Im'a blow my steel, grab the chicken as a human sheil
Break elbows and wheel, no exception is the dril
Is it real, I'm cryin blunt retalitatio
Follow ?wallet? for your informatio
4-1-1, scoop all we want dun-du
Cash is the issue, while you blab about ya pisto
But you never blast a missle, ship your bagette pisto
Gettin scissors on they gun shot wound, you doome
With no exceptio
Choru
Yo, the streets baptised me to money and wa
Gettin yours is a law that we never ignor
We score twice or more, keep it moving twenty-fou
We seven days with no rest, still fresh lookin
Our names inflamed with the smell of tongue cookin
The hoods rotten, we see the ??? from the crabs plotti
The sneak kill, sabatoge our dea
But we overlook it, 'cuz our enviroment is crooke
And hard to finger who the D's got as a singe
Spillin the beans on the dealers and the fiend
So I move seperate and conversate with the connection
On the low key, gettin this money with no exception
Choru
Yeah thats righ
We all Screwball up in her
No exceptions bab
My team go to any extreme to get the weight u
Streets don't stop, streets don't sto
No exception
Gotta get it, gotta get i
All in it to win i
Y'all hear
Streets don't stop for nothin and nobody
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