Lyrics:
the dick
Yeah bitch
We gon' bust and we gon' rip ride
Walk on to, to the other side
The most ignorant ass niggaz in the game
Tray Deee, Goldie
around like you say you do
You're a liar and a phony and a fake and a fraud
And a bunch of other things I won't say on the song
You are not my homie like
blaze
Encased, a heart nearby
A tolling bell is struck beneath the half moon
In the midnight air his roar bellows
Decaying walls are hollow
Evil comes
come from niggas 'round here die 'bout that shit
Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy
This shit that remind me, all the days I had less
own, nigga
Pick up the phone and holla at your folks
Young Loc's in the hood, mashing Dogg House
Fuck them other fools
D-O double G
Kick back, blaze
It was colder then that body getting frostbite in that freezer
And watch ya friend turn enemy how you turn on yo people
You get some money leave yo
a prophet of rage with
A Glock and a gauge i bang for my gang
Won't hesitate to cock it and blaze
Some years in this game can
Teach ya some things
I've seen
the other side of normal
Dressed for death in suit and ties - bitches, keep it formal
Sleep the night away in caskets and graves
And awaken from their
breathin' life
Real demonic bottom, that's on Jesus Christ
Nothin' like the rapper from the other side that's pump fakin'
Built a reputation out here
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
Strap in back to the corners droppin' on to spin the tires
My man define ya 357 anaconda
This enough to bring your mama then turn around and hear
find my way back home
The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone
Oh oh
I turn my head to the East
I don't see nobody by my side
I turn my head
you dying by yourself
Shotgun shells
Hit the ground
Full of smoke
And right after bang bang
I hear the homie fucking choke
Feeling hella loke
I was
cope, keep ya starvin hand stuck in the cupboards
I'm the sand where ya body lay, get ate by the buzzards
I'm the sheist nigga, hype like life, chill nice
wrong, bitch
You ain't see me come from my page and say nothin'
And you say, YoungBoy said, you're dead wrong
Ya heard me? You stanky bitch
You hatin'
from goin under (how I keep from goin under)
I take a deep breath as I blaze this green mixed with hash
and trippin how the Outlawz smoked Tupac ashes
just a dead guy
What would you do for the paper?
Anything for the dead guys
I'm from the west coast, but I reside on that north side
Horses
seen such prominence
Your naive confidence gets crushed by my dominance (word up)
Now let's get back to this mic on my arm
If it ever left my side it'd
and that Blaz4Me
And niggas can't see me in 3D
I'm coming at your ass straight from the East side
And I'm in the belly of the beast, right
Niggas don't
gon' do ya (yea)
The thought's all wrong when it comes to this north side (north side)
I ain't lettin' mutha fuckin' shit slide (naw)
Gangsta,
on the line
And I know it gotta hurt 7 he was right by his side
Damn this type a pain that don't go away
Make ya wanna hop in'a minivans with a throwaway
Drew
Super Dave on the track, yeah, yeah
Legendary
(Gangsta Grillz)
Niggas so impressed by other niggas raps
But the thing you know best is "Bought
faith in me
Sick and tired of only listening to the other side
Of any other conversation that you ever have in mind
Our planet's dying
Problems
shot leave His brain Spacious dead Body looking like
It's planking moon Walking in his blood
Now I got red bottoms and I Came
From the bottom ate with
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