Lyrics:
by tha hour
It's tha allseeingeye funeral
Ya'll aint gettin' no flowers, U all greedy, U all filthy cowards
Wit my music imma run up on U muthafuckaz
stick with a single bitch anymore, by that I mean when I fuck, ima double up
My bitch she is Bad & Boujee, but her
'Migos all badder because they all got
listen up as we begin
Aiyyo Fuze rub the record in
[Repeat x4]
'Cause you ain't heard nuttin this funky
The definition of a rhyme breeder, beat
I thank her for the session
And we say goodbye
I pack up my laptop and my hard drives
My microphone compressor and my guitar I'm
Meetin' bear at Joe's
kid, stay in a child's place
I cook you up, like Uptown raw base
And leave you open like if you just saw Scarface
Like I said it before, shorty
I'm dead or I've lost my guard
What's left, a few seconds
Not real guns, fake weapons
When the sky opens up cry heaven you be on the way, just don't
[Lil' Rob]
Hey Wuz Up, Lil' Rob and Shadow The Mayhem Click
Comin' at you once again, let the Mayhem begin
[Mr. Shadow]
Que Hubole 2-0-3 otravez en
down
Clown down here faking, fronting
Talking bout what you making, nothing
I'm 21 and 10 years deep, that shit to me ain't nothing
I'm raised by
a dark mind
I need you by my side to help me get through hard times
I see these rappers blowing up and I'm like what the heck
Kicking all these fast flows
the blade, fuck a movie, this ain't fiction
I stay stacking up addictions, million dollar drug dependance, yuh
Pimping like I'm skinny when I'm riding
eyes
Peep back, got you open wide
I'll let you get a taste of me
It's going down in mystery
Well it's the microphone ripper, party-rockin' gift
Jones]
Purple drank I'ma po' up, got the rap game sewed up
They see my grill and like hold up, invisible set, princess cuts
Purple drank I'ma po' up
open your eyes
Baby girl from Illadel hear to enhance your lives
Doubted my skills bet you mad now shoulda snatched me up
I'm in L.A. now with Dre
At the sound of the tone, the time will be twelve A.M.
Ready in the intro, cue up the Serch-lite
Point us to the center stage (I'll grab
a word, don't take, no stand[02:20.35]Bullets get to slidin like Crisco[02:21.77]Up the Fyye, cut on the flash[02:23.02]Like, nigga, don't
then the flow clicks like Thanos with Infinity Stones
It's four AM ain't nothing open except legs and hospital wards
Still my mind races into thoughts I
sucks
No one likes you by the way
cnd if you have half a braincell you would've known that your bike is right where I left it so shut up man
Leon, cndre
pockets gettin' swollen
Devil on my shoulders, saying I better start rollin'
Picked up the mac now its time to kill
Put the fuckin' clip into the automatic
The man in the mirror hates my likeness!
Fresh from the mental ward, I'm about to leave you fucked up
Cause your whole crew seem rich and hella stuck up
filling up hospital wards
It's real, looking at Palestine and Israel
War's bill, see we need the kind of love that is real
But it will not be found by NASA
{Tec-9}
You live by the gun you gonna die by the gun
Lord let me live to see my son and daughter turn 21
But when I'm gone keep 'em strong don't let 'em
West Coast, it's time to stand up nigga
We gon' unite 'round this motherfucker one time
I'm callin' every real Crip nigga
And every real be-Dogg,
(Caught up, I'm locked up but they can't stop us)
They won't let me out
Visitation no longer comes by
Seems like they forgot about me
Commissary is
It's so easy to get caught up at times
All I know it feels damn good with you by my side
Cuz i've got 21 minutes to go
Girl til I get to you door
I just
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