Lyrics:
the brotherman with an m-60 in his hand,
Eatin spam
So one more time, testin one two, and ya don't stop
That's why we got this war hobbes
Yo I only got one thing
nigga, you could talk to me
If you really like that, you could walk with me
You could spar with me
If you take two to the head by mistake, pardon me
you nigga,
I got the 40/40 made by two jiggas,
I make you "Holla, Holla", I Ja Rule niggas!
The lion's in the room, what up Fat Joe?
I'm Curtis'
hang open
Freak what you looking at
A true pimp I seen it in her camp
Full time party lifer dance floora
Dopeman's bitch average club goer
Shake it
the three time losers
Pour out some beer, bust out the ruger
Ladies and gentleman
Bullets will leave you tremblin'
Shooken up
I got my cuban mommy cooking up
thousand, bought a new car
Get wrong at the mouth, I'ma break your shit
And let a hundred thousand buy a new mouth
And I'm up any time
Just spent another
the kitchen, you know I be gettin'
I'm flippin' them benjis
Run wit' the pack then I'm cuttin'
Yo' throat, before I buy coke
I gotta get quote
Breads by
of time
Though time does not exist
In a real sense
It makes no difference
2 The Most High
Him vibin' on different clock
No death
Life goes on it neva
me
Been over 2 full years
11/29
23 done came and went 32s still alive
I put that all on Christ
I do not need no date
I don't no deadline
I tell my
and watch death come in threes
I burn like lye
Gruesome like Faces Of Death parts 1,2,3,4 and 5
Hook:
Everyday I got a new style hatchin'
This is more than
nuts
Louis
that's the same crew as those
Milliwakee brewers
Rocking Wu shoes with Kaoluas
Time for lotti
Bald Gotti here
don't make me throw shots
lunch yo? you gotta go Dutch though
Half paid by you, do the drinks when we through
That's on you boo, otherwise I got shit to do
Yeet
Wanna spend some
go to waste how shameful
I'm eating my feast full, plentiful
Tested by the wise yes bitch I'm fool proof
Projecting my demise...
Bullet proof vest in
of the shoot out
I survived, not surprising
Death couldn't hold me back
Alpha stocks, I keep rising
Yo C. Laney catch ya lying
Yo C. Laney, leave some crying
Cool, she takes a flick or two
Tell me how you feel
It's time to get down and do this for real
A couple of weeks go by, clocking the boys around
we try
Just the two of us (Just the two of us)
Just the two of us, building castles in the sky
Just the two of us, you and I
It's a full-time job
fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
therapeutic
Got no time to think about it yo just go and do it
Matter fact just keep it booming
Run it back they goin stupid
Gimme dat no autotuning
Hit them up
Metallica shit
Yeah, Ozzy, shout out to Ozzy
Yo, ay yo
Wallows is crisp the duffle bag got a straight mill
Black Gotti dice I'm often the grill
Party
on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if
bear
I'm smokin gas you can't hear me clear
All eyes on me i'm 2 pac
Niggas gettin harrased by the cops fuck the police
Police pull up at every block
She
strip
When I'm not hustling I'm atta full time job
Making money is the only thing I do wit my time
It takes a full time job n a full time hustle
Plus
come in threes
I burn like lye
Gruesome like Faces Of Death parts 1,2,3,4 and 5
Everyday I got a new style hatchin'
This is more than rappin' this
the payback when it strikes cuz
Cuz when you need it the most ain't no one ever around
Cold world, cold world
Yo, the pain's unbearable, remains
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