Lyrics:
(make sure)
You in the club, make sure you get your niggas in
Pussy was good, so she might just get hit again (aye)
Benefits
They come around me for
Act like you forgot about it, let some months go by
Let everything just simmer down
And just when them niggas think you let that shit go
Slide
feel good to ya Baby bubba
You see this is for the G's and the Ki's muthafucka
[Tupac]
Now follow as we Ride
Muthafuck the rest
Two
Yes you know me, it's AK
Your name will be mayday
Y'all deal with deuces like Ray-Ray
All y'all kids to me baby
Baby you looking good I may say
Fuck
on time but time ain't a thing
So I feel like I'm hanging by a thread, by a string
Cause either I'm forgotten in my death and I die for good
Maybe that's
Yeah, I pull up weed scented
Blowin' trees all in it
Look, it's still all good if you
Ain't seen me in a minute
West coast livin', west coast women
changed for good this time
I just can't handle this, I'm just so scared of it
A challenge fit for a man when I'm just a kid
I'm all torn at the seams,
changed for good this time
I just can't handle this, I'm just so scared of it
A challenge fit for a man when I'm just a kid
I'm all torn at the seams,
to sleep
Real niggas do real things
Get by by any means
Live and will die for a dream
Build and provide with the team
Abide by the code when alone
When you
grew up to be perfect (far from it)
But every time I start to make a slip
I can see Daddy reaching for the good book
And hear those prayers roll from
been a runner
Make the pussy hum call him hummer
Had three kids by the same baby mama
Had to block her cause She kept calling my number
Pull up
to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid
Is now a Seven Eleven
And I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training, no experience to speak
to talk to
And the pool hall I loved as a kid
Is now a Seven Eleven
And I went downtown to look for a job
I had no training, no experience to speak
of beats
Grown people, used to say - "what"?
Grown people, used to say - "what"?
.. wrong with that kid making that strange noise
It was like, for all
a lotta good it woulda did
Or done, if not bad luck I would have none
Why did I have to live the life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played I
the voice of the people, let it rumble dogg
For the racists, crooked cops, crooked cases
The mountain top lands and the cold water glaciers
Good gracious, I
czkaban
Then l let her out for wood and scran
Cos no matter what we know the truth
I get good puss I got to buy it boots
But the difference between me
I'm accepted
By mainstream America and good in the piece
Now niggas wanna talk all greasy (why)
Like they ain't used to open up for
Me in New York on tv
the record came out she called me 2 days ago
Man my phone is off the hook with people asking me for tapes and free records
I ain't with it
Word man
Bust
Irs took all of my money, I was a stupid kid
Cause I didn't pay taxes when shit was lucrative
So I had to start over, good thing I shoot the shit
IRS took all of my money, I was a stupid kid
Cause I didn't pay taxes when shit was lucrative
So I had to start over, good thing I shoot the shit
wanna feel us? (Get at me, dog)
Y'all niggas want the real (get at me, dog)
(Rrr, arf, arf, what the deal?)
Nowadays, it ain't looking too good
For
a bad bitch to fulfill all my needs
Keep it established, and that's by any means Lately, they don't understand, but I do what I can
Yeah, I, yeah, I,
didn't try to run
Calling for next would be calling for death
Real good black dude roll his ankle (eugh)
Mexican guy on the side says, "ay, carumbo"
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