Lyrics:
a with past of Trinidad
Plenty hash up in the stash
When you got gangsta black up
In the back room
When I walk back, more vicious than wildcats
I would
fortune
This has my mind distorted
You planted cocaine around me for me to snort it
An attempt at new world order
I'm black, I rap, and I play ball
My pants
wonder do I really need her
I been going up stacking money by the meters
I don’t wanna wake up when I’m lost I’m a dreamer
Now you wanna race but lil boy
jokes
I'm healer no people pleaser do what you want
Taking the S off my chest we saving us from the jump
And before you say Im angry trust that emotions
Stare through me
You stepped away
Gone to somewhere, somewhere between
And I can't do anything
I asked him, what did you see (what did you see?)
He said,
good you are?"
"It'll just take me to show ya"
Now what you niggas want to talk about, "Shut da fuck up"
Stank hoopy bitches, and your bank
couldn't picture life without you so I give my time and
You make hard to get you outta my mind
And everything I do's an effort in protecting what's mine
or two
Meet me at the trap hoe if you want to have a rendezvous
I'm thinking in my head what fucking rhymes with flute
Parachute, a pair of fruit
Holdup,
business
Grab by the neck
And I'm spitting on him
Chambered the mac
I be gripping on it
Make him deep throat this big black
With his eyes going back
You can
through your nose
Reap it with flows
Call 'em Duffle, 'cause you know it means death when D is composed
What you hustle? Them people's agenda free
dat shit
I fell in luv wit the green at a young age
Try to run thru my house u meet the 12 gauge
Come here lil baby just do what the boss say
I know
tired, and you just want someplace to sleep.
That's what it's like when you run away from home.
Lots of people will rape you.
And you'll let them. Just
KC meets Oakland, Oakland meets Houston, a killa mixture
(Bumbell) Bumbell (What)
Tech N9ne (Regime shit)
Ish, uck, nigga
What you want to do
on a homie, you said that he can't
I spend these racks all by myself, you made me who I am
You got me fuckin' all these hoes, they want my BBC
That's just
by that hill
Than I've seen You's get by on skill
See Jack run, see Jack steal
See Jack give back, see Jack jack Jill
Jack don't do jack 'cept for act
a family tree (Yeah, girl)
Girl I was by your side, so you can trust me (Babe)
Please don't go, I want you to believe in me
Here we go again
Girl I got you
[Repeat: x8]
What they really want
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
threes
Life is short is what some nigga said
Not if you measure life by how one lives and what he did
It's funny how these black killer companies is making
hot to chill in the sun
My pops 39 years old, and still on the run
[Chorus]
[Juvenile]
Wodie what you want, you want dope, you want coke
Wodie what
to hide by your kind
shey you dont see this type of life
how long do you think it could last?
get at me baby
I'm trouble making trouble
trouble is what
after midnight
So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or slow down
You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to go down right now
Eternally thug nigga,
Really Get It That's What You Want)
I Want A House on A Hill with A Pool Send my Kids To Private School ('Tryna for Trying To) Own my own Little Town Name
ain't playing fair
Drive by walk down up the murder rate
I ain't going back to jail Ima do the race
Nigga say he want smoke well it's in the air
Niggas
you and your tired-ass bow down to my ass
I shit on a kid want to vic wanted KITT
What's Slick Rick, this one is dead
Life's finished, this rapper
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