Lyrics:
long, can't handle the heat.
You Lyrical Ability can't even touch my feet,
That's all a bull shit, You Even doesn't deserve suckin' my dick,
The Verses
The higher power is using me
I'm at your neck like your jewelry
Taking a step in a different direction Don't wanna influence the foolery
Keeping it
to infinity,
Flow tighter than a genie's lamp, there's no stoppin' me, respectfully.
(Got it, got it)
Drive by in my five-point-oh, shatterin' yours and livin'
manifestations of all your fears
It gets easier to block the temptations inside your ears
You were blinded by your rage, ain't no way that you could see us
Moving
blaze the saddles
Bust your motherfuckin' ass in
Basketball wearin' sandals
Gun at the side by the love handles
Bring me your face so I could fuck it hard
rich with no cash on the bigger label
Your tri-state ways are shut down by barricades
In fact I packed my bags, and listened to E-40
Mac Mall,
I guess them pretty blue skies up in Gwinnett County got a disguise
I guess your eyes see us on that map and make you think we ain't a trap
But I'm
Grotesquely swollen by the heat
A half-burned corpse hanging naked
A stream is poisoned by the dead
In the ghostly light, debris of war
Lead us
it!
I'm only human and under the gun I'm buck-wild
This definition of living is fucking hostile
Cock the heat back
No time to sleep black
Ring your
At a bat born at day by the fury of fate
Fuck talks to Leonardo Pitt
Am human sweat piss shit
Your heart beats fast when I come up close
To beg for money
snobby little pig snot nose
You think you're hot shit cause you're in heat
Well, bitch, if you're solar, then I'm your polar opposite, dog
Cause I'm
hours of repetition, emulatin' class with music compositions
Do your homework with precision
By nine-o-clock she collapses in a heat of dizziness
But
hanging out the Cutlass letting off shots
Bill Clinton gettin' head, you buggin', you think I'm not
Donald Trump ain't safe on my block, gotcha your
the heat to these rap dudes, whatever let me know who's bitchin
And your security as pussy as you are
The burners come out, his big ass be the first
I got em cursing and wishing, I'd stop all the heat that I'm dishing
But taking the game is the mission, so you better play your position
I see you
Who's gonna grease my skillet
When you're gone?
Who's gonna grease my skillet
When you're gone?
Who's gonna fire up my grill when
The heat needs
You ain't ever getting trusted you can't even keep your word
Had to get it by my lonely a lot of things I had to learn
Before I ever need a bitch I
around and flip it, shit on your whole album wit a snippet
Run up on your lawyer for your contract then rip it
Shame on your label, for trying to let you
up
While your posted in position by the speaker
Yu could be out on the floor with Tamika tryin' to freak her
Peter better go grap Janet
And don't
dirty
With the heat in my hand
Stay bumpin when I'm swervin
All days to the curbin
Wonderin why the bottle keeps turnin
I'm creepin and callin your
(Chorus)
All my life, you stood by me
When no one else was ever behind me
All these lights, they can't blind me
With your love, nobody can drag me
bought, why you got flaws
[Chorus]
[Mr. Sancho]
I'll catch you by surprise
Make tears come out your eyes
Send chills up and down your spine
We won't stop
the color's deprived, and the aces all aligned
And your conscious has been thrived
Come on i'll be
By the side
By the side of the
I'll be waiting
By
up until your man come home
Popping these pills feel like a rolling stone
Oh you worried 'bout me girl I didn't know
Mom I'm sorry if I don't make it
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