Lyrics:
or the
Legs of a hoochie
And that's off top like a toupee, I'm 2Pac
Coming back for doomsday, spitting at cops
Go and cop my album
Get high to it, pop some
don't hit me up first, man
Ya'll must got me confuse I take niggaz by two I break niggaz in two, man
Ya'll fake niggaz is thru I hear ya album is poo
Next album that you hear
The last from me
Feeling hella eager
To be leaving 2020
Yeah
Dead by Dawn, 2021
Coming soon
Album number two
But for now
I guess
loving my style (She love it)
I got a tooly with me with a silencer on it so it don't make a sound (Shhh)
Pew she loving the crew
I need a crib by the lake
their lies or get left stressed by the deepest of sends
Ain't got time for beefing with feds
Or beefing for ends, that's a needless event
Guys like you
woah)
Oh my God, oh my God, I’m so fly (Oh my God)
Oh my God, oh my God
(What?) , I be so high (Ah-what)
Hit the woo, then I drive by, ooh
And I catch
has hit my mailbox
And has not been stolen by my former houseguest who has my Spare keyring
A hundred to the house for their hospitality and $55 to my
six albums in two years and
Every damn one hit the Billboards
And I kicked a twist and hit number two with
That country album that I made for 'em
Then
or two grand to
Be split three ways in those days
That was as much "success"
As we thought possible
The earliest performances on this album
Are brought
boombox on my shoulder as I feel the beats
Pumping up the FOOTLOOSE by Kenny Loggins
Sound hits my ear, It's got my head a bobbin
To my ESE's house I wanna
got two classics on strap, Colson is running fades, huh
Turn to an animal if he act out, bro we hunting game, huh
It ain't no accident
I ain't here from
(chorus)
cll the haters get mad(fuck you)
While i laugh thats so sad
Whatsup with you bro the album i dropped no
Well fuck you cuz i dont need
gon' feel like you got tasered
Hear a blast and see a flash from
Far like a massive star quasar
Laser hit you in your facial
Tissue like acne scar laser
that means and I'll
I'll, I'll try to- try my best to do it for you)
(Going back to The Matrix)
I'm twenty-two and the world becomes uninhabitable by
one’s for the smokers
It’s a vape on steroids
Ugh
I never tell a lie
When I die
I’ll probably go to hell & fry
Got the work & a deadline to sell it by
I
[Chorus: x2]
She got some micros, she got a weave wrap
She got it locked up I can smell the beeswax
Now let me pull ya hair(pull ya hair) 3X
[Verse
contacted by an A and R
He sold me a dream and said that he would make me a star
Oh how naive I can be so let's see
Want to know why the album taking so long
that I catch and I throw back
And by the way, give 50 Cent his flow back
You that cat in the club that get hit with a bottle
Fuckin' with me? You better
Don't forget it was his weekend him and his brother just packing clothes
Father pulling up and they hit the road
No matter what, he felt stuck between two
start your engines...
Give me room, hit the tune
Feature presentation comin soon, early June
Killa Bee platoon, well groomed
Spells doom, raise
start your engines
Give me room hit the tune
Feature presentation comin' soon early June
Killa Bee platoon well groomed
Spells doom raise
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
more wack albums with two joints
No more ballplayin' rappers who shoot ya two points
(No more G 'cause I'm sick of your hip-hop!)
Your flows bore like
Falling just like confetti I told these nigga's again
And I don't break or bend he without sin
Hit them and spin again
Then gotta get it back
Two Glocks
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