Lyrics:
hurt
They counted me out now they want to get in, Cause' it's my turn
You don't think we up next
Say it to me you n***** on alert, Number three stay with
to blinking (Mmm)
Cheating? But nah Jada Will Smith no Pinkett (Nah, nah)
If I'm the problem then don't try to solve me
Cause bitch I'm the missin' piece out
attention and some reefer
She like when I go deeper
Cause that's what she prefer
She said she wanna do somethin' for me
Bought some Rosè and roses by
the b**** up put the gangsta twist on
Her sunny southern cal it never snows
N****s yellin' ha's and ho's we dumpin' out of 64's
When it comes to the gun
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
Everybody put your hands up
Cause you know the world don't give a damn about us
Now everybody keep your hands up
Cause this cold world is showing no
dangerous than than n****z with guns
They make the guns easy to get and try to keep n****z dumb
Target the gangs and graffiti with the Prop 21
I already
)
Petals smellin' like gun metal (bah)
Smoke a joint the size of a limo (yeah)
My girlfriend wearin' stilettos (yeah)
My wife don't like when I call my
Overdosing off the dope
Comatosin' on the low
Keep my hands on some coke
Like guns n' roses, rock n' roll
The guns we tote is not for show
Welcome
the dark
A shining soul, Come home
Don’t utilize me when I’m gone
I know you’re independent
Very strong But you need, help it’s Been too long
Screaming
of the night
Don't do that shit by the end of the night
Backtrack by the way gotta go can't stay my girl
She don't know where I'm at
Gotta call me a cab man
She
They don't make it where i'm from
But they tell me i'm the one
Big smoke in my lungs
Weed coming by the ton
Lately I been in my bag
Sauce dripp'n
A duffel bag of hope they wanna rob me
Mattered in my soul but i rose thru it rocky
Shattered all the foes and the lows just departed
That's not how
like hocus pocus
Rose gold on me, your diamonds look bogus
I am a god n****, Passover locusts
Switch off my safety and I remain focused
Turn off my phone
the biggest gun
They catch me loafin sendin shots, and bitch I ain't gon run
Yeah, Like bitch i'm steppin' in my 501z
Burner on my hip, ain't scared to die,
how I feel
I sit in the mirror with this gun and practice how to kill
But I know damn well that the people like me really wanna know how to chill
my unborn kids they truly blessed
I been the s*** by telling me that I'm the s***
I guess is fake it till you make it but them n****s couldn't make it
by the 9
Fuck the dumb shit, I run this, a whole life of crime
Ain't never had shit, but always had my pistol, bitch
187, don't make me whistle, bitch
Smell the roses, wake up and smell the roses
Yuh
She keep it clean like bleach
Ive been so damn high
I can't even see my feet
Told me that she coming by
spot
While your jaw drop, her draws drop
Damn, shorty got a bald spot
I'm rock-n-roll like Guns & Roses
The consequences of my guns is roses
I reload
V.N.G.
Life in L.A. ain't no cup of ter
Squeeze the trigger
I've been dogged out by cops,shackled and socked
Paid my dues to the streets,took my hard
feeling sum type of way u could run up
Reach for this chain getcho dumb ass done up they tried to rob me they was dumb n dumber
But we ain't gon talk
All you heard was Big Chan
Don't hit me no mo'
Shit this ain't a game
Street niggas know the m-o
I kill em with words
Serve em like them dealas
Do
me in the game I wanna ball
I do what I want like when I want I don't do laws
He said he don't know who spec is, damn he a lost cause
I just bought
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