Lyrics:
gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin down national state buildings
like laptops
I seen you hoe niggas change when the bag drop
Blood thicker than mud and water dripped in it
I don't really give two fucks about you bitch
the juice now we only seeing twos
Yeah, bitch, I'm with the crew (HEY!)
We on something new (HEY!)
Tommy Ten be acting goofy when he sipping on the juice
They say I'm lonely…
Nah I call it solitude
Now I'm right here without a crew
And I'm still making solid moves
Most can't separate the two
They say
Yea Haha niggas it's 2006 and I'm back in this bitch
G-Unit
When I come through I'm comfortable
49's 45's a pump or two
We don't permit
by my side
The crew might, felony
Outside
In the dark side yeah
Run the miles
Running up the miles yeah
Seen a flash
Went to seen a flash yeah
crew's slow as molasses
While I amass cream like Jackie Kennedy Onassis
Ah ah ah ah
Refugee P.R.T. connect
New Jersey, this is how we
themselves
cuz, I'm the best, I believe in my damn self
So, then what you gon' do
I'ma pop off with the crew
So, then what you gon' do
I'ma drop that heat too
to you got a reason
New days new people new seasons
Wasn't meant to be
The people that were leaving
But when they gone
You'll be getting more than even
New York big city of dreams
And everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from out of town
But I'm down by
Everyone Lives In The Evil
Everyone Lives In The Essence
Everyone Lives In The Evil
Everyone Lives In The Essence
Fight black people
You fighting
yourself by the fire
New city man
What's it like in the city?
Or does it depend
On who's happy?
Uh huh
Do the people really hate each other?
Will you really
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
I need a new house, new crib
2 door foreign whip
New girl, new bitch
We do big things
Big bank digits
Designer drip yea
Gucci my fit yea
We do big
_____ better be good for goodness sake
I quit rap to sing the blues,
Cause I'm tired of getting taken out by crews
If you believe anything in this song
put two in your stomach
And flash the burner on bitches like stacks of hundreds
I'm livin my life (my life), what gets better than ice in hell
When you
down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
it but
My own happiness
I love taking trips, not when it involves ego
New places, new things, new people
New heights, these views, so amazing
Life's
bickin back bein bool
on tha eastside,
im in the new orleans where the blood at the beehive,
and aint nothin sweet unless its presidential,
cause that is
Yeah
It's Apex
I walk in Godfidence
I walk in Godfidence
We still here
Ten years in brought the whole crew out
Wait that was cap, got the whole crew
youth (teach the youth)
No crews, who`s who? New day, new rules, do you:
Break bread, wake heads, check heads, half-a-head for steak feds? (check `em)
Don't need nothin new
I got day one's in my crew
We about to break through
You ain't got a fuckin clue
Fame or Money makes people act funny
Never
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce
Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
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