Lyrics:
Uh, I still know your old number by heart
310-644, need amor, see? I adored you
Got the same roots, so your tree I explore
Ain't with the law but
wilding, and Billy Jeanin
Stoke game on Michael Phelps
I left love sitting on the shelf
Captivated by my own lust
Until I realize, I wasn't satisfied
for life
A preacher's son, first one on the run
I'm grateful that I haven't been shot
Stopped by the cops and they didn't find a glock
W
I get my cake Smith and Wesson for the cherry yeah
Diamonds in the bag see me shining, hustle flexing woah
Southside got the yammy bet the fit speak
we, I'm bigger than life (one hunnid)
Uh, the city love me every night
And you're waving to the fans it ain't hard to decide
She know we fly, she
started pacing in anger by what they did to my brother
Why can't we live in a world where we all love one another
Why them crackers always thinking that
to God above us
I know it's crazy but I still believe somehow He love us
I love us, forreal
They hunt us, to kill
While every drop of blood is spilled
shit
And I sound terrific
I'm not cocky, I'm beyond that
It's time to start another hobby, I'm beyond rap
Run and tell your baby daddy and your son
amazing
Woo, the way he was talkin', man, I want to hear it
Am I just another lost in the pack?
We for shack ship, you know laugh it off
Years just
a little noise then they gone
Thats why I tell my sister I love her
Plus my mom and my brother
Live for today I know im not promised another (another
another planet
Girl, I can see it by the way that you walk
You can hear the money in the way that I talk
Is you in love with me or you in love with my
skin, still we be the same round here
It's just another day in the hood
I love my city I don't ever think I'd move if I could
Don't forget it's
the engine push the button
And recognize with sisters and brothers
They know us by our love for one another
Either we stand for nothing or push the button
Yo this rhyme is dedicated to those ladies
How bad things were copyright 1987
Written By Tupac Shakur and Dana M smith
Thank you
Babies having
Cash in cash out
Piñata the bag and bring another bag Out
I am in the hood like roaches like you My nigga every day
White bitch Yeezy's on
Younins Think
need a heater
In the bed Michael Jackson, promise I'm a beater
I'm schoolin' niggas like a math teacher
I ain't fuckin' with band lab features
Get
Peace I’am Running After
By Ruben H. Smith & Malik Campbell
It started out
one man women one child
no silver spoons
only figure it out
just
to driving the latest jags
To rock rags made by Italian fags
See, I never meant to fall in love with this shit
But Miss Ghetto you's a slut so I'm divorcing
a rose sour
Time to start my day
You be Bonnie, I be Clyde
But we gon' move like B and K
Even if I go away, another country or a state
We ain't worry
hope you understand
I’m just tryna vibe w this liquor in my cup
I stopped fuckin on these hoes
So I can fall in love w you
Drown in you
Grippin on your
(Maybe in this song, you shouldn't start by saying)
Nigga, I said it, I know that you mad
I've emptied the clip over friendlier jabs
You mentioned
call you poet i’d call you farmer
You will not be called by me poet
These stricken suckas is soft often
And offed goners got in the cough of no cause
Production
And Sebastian on the hook, like being dug by Michael Douglas
So don't start that walk through Echo Park
My life's a one-on-one and you caught up
I'm gonna love you like I'm running
Like I'm running out of time
Yes I'm gonna love you like I'm running
Like I'm running out of time
Darden Smith
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