Lyrics:
could be on sight before a nigga even see you
That's ride by, dash off and we laugh
I changed up for the future, my mask was off in the past
I heard
a leech for the twat ownes a lot
Had a blast - that can no longer last
Build up fast in the moments of rash
Had a bash for the cash 'n purse that you
[Scarface]
Yo Pop, let's jump in the fight game boy
[Scarface]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric be
Everyone up in yo' bidness when you show a little weakness
Stand up for yo' right to fight with the crew
Defend all your honor don't be scuffing up yo'
kitty looks sick well girl Just bring it to me
In the ICU on the clock times moving like 1,2,3
I'm a doc and that kitty looks sick bring it to me
You
your pride in
I shagged her before you married her
Took the ring, pawned it for an Acura
DOC, breakin' the sound barrier
Hardcore bullet, fo'-fo'
your pride in
I shagged her before you married her
Took the ring, pawned it for an Acura
DOC, breakin' the sound barrier
Hardcore bullet, fo'-fo'
your pride in
I shagged her before you married her
Took the ring, pawned it for an Acura
DOC, breakin' the sound barrier
Hardcore bullet, fo'-fo'
nice to the Feds
And my 9 to 5 got me right in the head
Now I'm writing again
They're silent again
Soul popped out for the lies and pretend
No point
take you away
Why there must've been a choir of angels started singin'
in that old man's ears
For a great big smile come on him and his eyes broke out
and he's gonna take you away
Why there must've been a choir of angels started singin' in that old man's ears
For a great big smile come on him and his eyes
In a different stage, I must of went on a rampage
Me and the D.O.C. are always hitting the front page
For what, for stealing and stepping up
circles)
Searchin' for love (yeah, yeah)
Looking for something that lives inside me
Looking for something that lives inside me
You won't break my soul
And Dollarsigns
Middle man in the Mezzanine step to green
That they colonized lost all principles and class 17 Suspended for a Crime
Hit Rock Bottom Dealing free
market
Fuck you think we missing for?
I know niggas is a target
Fuck you think they kill us for?
Murder rate through the roof
Now they sending in
The prophet, enhanced by these deadly concoctions
Killin' evil that lurk in the dirt, is our only option
Four hundred years in the pits we dwell
And for every
To put your life in full of fear
By the favor skies
We are flying
Truth we be buying
To buy out all the lying
How you livin'
Were you livin'
Were
to the clinic you were booked in for
You'll make a trip to the Whittington where they'll look at your jaw
They'll be inquisitive and ask about your business for
(The 1-5-1)
Cause that's what you're dealing with
My 9 double-m, that's what I kill 'em with
If you keep coming at the Doc like he's
(crazy) fucking with
doc my baby i know god got you
I remember when it happen
I cried on yo porch like god not you
I was filled up with sadness
Wudnt by myself the whole
improved
I'm positive I'm in my groove
Now I could move
Found out the rules
Down move ground for the crown with the jewels
Hannibal stand on my plan you get
don't make you stupid
And frame of mind for them bustas, ain't talkin' "Woo-hah!"
Need a paradox for the pair of doc's they tutored
Like two Todd's,
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
Intro (Nana)
“Ahhh sleeping in again this morning are you? Well, I just called so we could wish you a happy birthday. God you’re getting old. 30
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