Lyrics:
and all my opps cause I'm making em nauseous
I know they sick of me
Deep down they wanna get rid of me
Ain't gotta pat myself like I lost my keys cause I
know he gon' get you
I ain't slime but we wipin' his nose like a tissue
If you claim that it's static, nigga, what's the issue
Beat his ass real fast
By your man when you haven't quite woke up? #metoo
When you're both 17 in Cali where no Romeo and Juliet rule applies to you? Hashtag you two in jail!
I know some real niggas showing love cause they can't hate, yea
I know some real niggas showing love cause they can't hate
Some niggas claim they
ain't what they seem like, uh
Claim to be happy now they don't seem right, uh
Runnin' around without a dream like, uh
Driven by money caught
yappin', nah I ain't gone let it be!
Now how the fuck is you cappin and you gon' claim shit is real?
No I ain't scared of being a felony
I'm tryna be
that, they tyin’ our hands up (Why)
We already tried puttin’ our hands up (Real)
When we bring ‘em down, we pickin’ our mans up (Why)
It’s the same story
Rule number one they not to friends so you better watch the way that you move
Rule number two run up that bag gotta get it by any means
Rule number 3 is
I know it hurt so bad to see a young king winnin
Lord please forgive me I can't help but keep sinnin'
Killing rappers by the minute
They gonna need
heat
At the same old beat
Wow wow!
People they who they claim
We just
People they got no
Between how far they go (go go go go go)
Goodbye!
Bad
man its all that i feel and its all that I face
And if you dig a little deeper you can see they aint living out the life that they claim
Thats the whole
the fag at his plane, and if I miss him
Put two in his brain at the baggage claim
Give him heavy sluggage
Tryna get his luggage
Send him to the crossroads
they say we need dough
Whenever the fuck out record comes out in 1994
Yeah, yes sir, it's like that
Gonna take y'all deep, so go back
[Chorus: x2]
just rearrange
Any lil thing, that we can to help us make this change
Focus and aim on stakin' claim to some higher ground
They took ours from us dropped
guess I think beyond time and space
We were made by a GIANT RACE
why they Lyon to me
That a HIGH DISGRACE
So follow me on the road
To the edge
the guy that they love to hate
Verse two, how could anybody possibly hate you
Is what my mirror says to me, then get real grateful
Verse 3 isn't real, I can
call me Dane, but my real name is Dana
I've came here just to put you on
Cause I'm taking the rapping world by storm
In the rap I've made a change
get me, stick me bad
As they be quick when they pull out they weapon
Me wish you would never decease
It's keeping me deep and they all be me victim
get me, stick me bad
As they be quick when they pull out they weapon
Me wish you would never decease
It's keeping me deep and they all be me victim
was a vegetable farm and that it was ran by her elder sister and her son. But they now feel like the owner so, she told Shaine that the time was right
(Rich) Let's do this shit
(E-40) Motherfuckers want they pockets swell
Smebbin' now, dope train, shit, fuck it
(Rich) 19...90 ughh...415
(E-40)
don't rip through avenue
We roll deep regular and we roll on you
For letting bad mind put a hold on you
These guys are not serious
They're like Looney
they searched for oil beneath our cities
Their greed and recklessness forced our uprising
Tonight, we remember
Y'all remember how deep it go
the gang and remain humble
You say you love me show them actions ain't no doubting that
I seen some real niggas shed they skin just when you turn yo back
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