Lyrics:
know when your moms ain't safe to walk through the streets
My nigga plays 4 keeps
And thats on the beach
2pac rest in peace
Snoop: and thats a cold fact
She sit alone in dat four cornered room man
All alone in dat four cornered room damn
She sit alone in dat four cornered room man
All alone in dat
times
Now it seems my stars aligned
But I need you now
So Meet me at the Blue Flame
I'm out on the westside
Need you on my left side
Girl that's just my
If you troop, Salute
Say
Aye
Look
This for the Gang and Nem
This go out to everybody, I don't play bout them
I got patches I got stripes
On this
I got the pints stashed in the cabinet
Get to that money I made it a habit
Went Ap twice next I go Patek
4 bands on coat expensive fabric
Niggas mad
Have a baby
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Have a baby by me, baby! Be a millionaire
Be
Divide the profit by 4, subtract it by 8, we back to 16
Now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other ki, then
plays the blues
The clock is striking, guess it must be three
My room is lonely as a room can be
I'm improvising on a memory
An old piano plays
time on the mic
To play
I write rhymes
With addition and algebra
Mental geometry
Don't even come at me
Talk'n that weak and
Popin' that bullshit
Get out
The fingers they ply
The words are essential
The blues notes survive
The notes they are mental
As time passes by, I, I
On... Guitar Player Drive
singing my song by the end of the week
Lurked two times on the opp block
Saw one opp should of seen how he got dropped
I don't play about my business I
hate when they say, "Pull your pants up"
Fuck it, aim for his head, let off shots out a Phantom
Back in 2018, I put four hundred bands up
Kidnap his
brought your play a pass
Tray Dee, Goldie half dead
The twins blaze sacks
Bigger than big everyday in LA
4 Tay representin' for the whole damn yea
Beeyotch
a play-by-play
You can't get it on your own, boy, you really is a lame
Been sittin' out for a minute, coach, come on, check me in
Bout to go insane on this run,
yours
Four-four, and fifty-four draw
As my pilot, steers my Leer
Yes my dear shit's official, only the Feds I fear
Here's a tissue, stop your blood
got the Ill Street Blues
Chorus:
You lose, cause I got the Ill Street Blues (repeat 4x)
Suckers I clobber, because my town is full of cops
to one, two, three, four, five percent
and then you call it Blue Magic
That is trademark infringement
You understand what I'm saying
With all due respect,
of that makes up for it
Even danced until four
Can't have it all but I want to have you
Red is the color of love, but on you I prefer blue
I already know,
a man
She call me the man cuz I'm getting these bands
Adding it up put it on the nightstand
Money be blue so I'm counting up Smurfs
I was down bad now I'm
in two
By 2 I am stressed by 4 I get blessed
Head in her lap that's neck in her bed
Stuck in my head an emotional dress
Emotions are dressed
By black
in two
By 2 i am stressed by 4 i get blessed
Head in her lap that's neck in her bed
Stuck in my head an emotional dress
Emotions are dressed
By black
on the Banjee (skrrt skrrt)
Had to park it 4 by 4 Mercedes Jeep
Wide body check (wide), wide body check (yeah)
Answer all the calls (yeah), 'cause it might be
play dat song by J Cole in da morning
Niggas know my paper long could go to war in da morning
Give yo ass da blues im gon blow with no warning
Put you
Divide the profit by 4, subtract it by 8, we back to 16
Now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other ki, then
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