Lyrics:
happy now
It's a tragedy that happen to my good friend Sammy downs
Some paying 70 for gas, I bet you happy now Joe
Laughing at problems of others, you
Sammy: I'm sorry
Ronna: Hello
Sammy: I'm unable to come to the phone
Ronna: Are you there?
Sammy: So if you don't mind just wait for the tone
get gray when it's time to groove
I'm a sexy sucker, but the mind is sane
Having nothing to lose but only goals to gain
By my side, I'm supplied with
to dream about the clout, now I'm countin commas
I'll be ya homie til you cross me, I don't want no drama
Heat it up, a sauna, smoking herb and ganja
Hold
criss-crossed
Put there just like wax
You don't respect them for their imperfections
I don't understand why you choose to be
It don't matter today
It don't
on the 403
It really don't matter cuz I'm already dead
Word to clippin, addicted to the red
Never got born never got bread
Put an echo on the vocal cuz it's
feeling like Danny
Yeah
Nails by Tammy
Hair by Sammy
Trips to Miami yeah
Love it when her hair done she suck it with no teeth
When I eat her out I got her
gon lace you
Just don't whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
Obie Trice [Verse 1]:
It's risky,
know, if I could sing pop tunes like Frank Sinatra or,
Sammy Davis Junior, I don't think I still could do it,
'Cause Lucille don't wanna play nothing
might say brought me fame
I don't think I can just talk enough about Lucille
Sometimes when I'm blue it's seems like Lucille
Tryin' to help me
and shit don't get serious
You play, we gon' get on your ass
Never leave out the street, I know crime pays
I been runnin' it up in like nine ways
Made
to someone
it's sorry this and forgive me that and I'm not worthy. What
are you doing now!?
ARTHUR: I'm averting my eyes, oh Lord.
GOD: Well, don't. It's
I think it's crying.
You know, if I could sing pop tunes like Frank Sinatra
Or Sammy Davis Junior, I don't think I still could do
It, 'cause
gon lace you
Just don't whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
Obie Trice [Verse 1]:
It's risky,
like that cha'll, time to stack y'all
Nowadays everybody wanna rat cha'll
And it don't even matter where you at cha'll
When the feds come and get you,
gon lace you
Just don't whatever you do, Snitch
Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah
Obie Trice [Verse 1]:
It's risky,
control like
I'm an alpha snare
Wanna touch the sky? I can take you there
Maybe I'll never make it
Yeah that's my fattest fear
But it don't matter when I'm
a Hot Guy
Don't hit pop flies, I knock it up out the park
And after the games over, we gon' be out after dark
Strike one, caught you by surprise
platinum, seen it on them tarots before
So I know how it is all gonna go down
Gotta go more uptown, more in the cloud
'Cause didn't ya know by now, I'm
to have a little, now I have a lot
No matter where I go, I know where I came from (from the Bronx)
Don't be fooled by the rocks that I got
I'm still, I'm
Of the backroad
Rolling up backwoods
Do it all by myself
Sammy the boy
I don't need no help
Hell
Hell when they lock the boy in a cell
Ain't no friends
Couldn't get
chopper, no new blade shit
I go crazy on this beat right now
I really gotta go and spit heat right now
Don't matter what the fuck it's prada
Well fitting
Rich and infamous with the blue and grey Pumas
Gangstas don't die, they just move to Miami
I did all that, I was voted my candy
I'm sorta like Sammy
Gangstas don't die, they just move to Miami
I did all that, I was voted [Incomprehensible]
I'm sorta like Sammy
Smoother than Marvin, I need me a Tammy
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