Lyrics:
I just fixed up the flow like a Roto Rooter
Hold the mic in my hand like I hold the Ruger
Got a clip in my lip and I hope it shoot ya
Plus I heard
said, uh, this that classic
Really this that classic west coast music
You know you can ride to it
Like I said, it's ya boy, Lil B
Yeah, turn your stereos
The day that I drop is it Heaven or Hell
I'm praying to God I can't get him to tell
Why did my girl leave the second I fell
All of these thoughts
born Princess
Give repentance at the heaven's gate entrance
I rise like a bank interest
[Chorus]
It's goin' on like this one be the site, excite
the gun, yeah (ya'kno?)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (watch this)
It's a shame that the hood's an addiction
Them man fell from
pickle make ya wiggle
You're busted, my mustard will wax your whole plate
By itself, not including all my funky condiments
Nod your head to this
fakin pain
That shit won't insure you shine
All these goofies tussin buggin
Drop a 4 be coffin huggin
Used to sip to ease my mind
Put it down
Stepping stones on your toes
Better run im bout to blow
Hurricane whirlwind
I ain't ever giving in
Heaven knows imma ghost
Ain't nobody else that's
that break
Wake and bake, bottom shake
Buncha fakin snakes
Pump ya breaks
Tailgate-
Three feet to breathe
Oxygen let it bleed
Bottom pit, belly
All by myself
Why you fakin like you gon help
This exactly what Im talm bout
Y'all be fakin on the low
Don't push me down
Just so you can grow
Actin
chrome
Don't play me
I'm letting the cattle roam
Bro pay me
Step it up Or get to steppin' on
Get out my face you best be less annoying
Dig out ya grave
Yo, Mo Bee, mane, drop that shit
You know what time
Boo-ya, I know it's time for you
So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'?
And uh,
know who we are
Join with us, we've never retreated
If you reach for heaven and never get it, you keep reaching
Cuz you know it's up there somewhere
You
know who we are
Join with us, we've never retreated
If you reach for heaven and never get it, you keep reaching
Cuz you know it's up there somewhere
You
the Flamingo
Just home by the dingos, I step up in em rockin' Kangols
Straight up fakin' no jacks, cause all my crackshacks are jam packed
My mad stacks, show
glowing glowing it's heaven
tokihanate ya ya futari no FESTA yume wo miyou
glowing glowing it's heaven
ai no itotaguru yokubou wa forever every day every
A TASTE
OH YOU SO HARD
I LIKE YOUR BITCH
HATE YOUR GUTS
PULL YOUR CARD
ARE YOU GON CHARGE
YOU PLAY IT COOL
YOU PLAY THE GAME HELLA CUTE BUT WILL YOU SHOOT
they pay me in full but a nigga be countin it can’t get fooled by no fake or no counterfeit cuz it’s too many mouths who gone count on it but at present
the weight of my shoes
Got kool aid wit ya blood now you fakin' the juice
Like the kids missed the bus let me take em to school
Ok pray for my enemies
You
standards
Thinkin they're the don when they shit comes on
They got it all wrong, tryna step into E's world
They fakin jacks like the bootleg cheese curls
Dispatch, we are in hot pursuit
Of two hostile fugitives
One immensely obese brute accompanied by
A scrawny peg legged minion
Now, we have attempted
heaven won't hold that against you
Let go let your soul free, and let heaven hold that against me
You are what you say but you are what you make of it
Are
Yeah, nigga!
Aiyo, what up man? This is all BB right here
Word, yo, we just slid in from the back door
It's Code:Red, nigga, level four, ya
teachin' soft dudes to take the hard route,
That's what it's bout, leave ya laid out on the cold floor,
My beats knock like bold knuckles on a old door,
I
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