Lyrics:
clock I don't wanna see
None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking block
Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka off
Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up
The younger me would probably think I was soft
But I look back at them days and I know I was lost, uh
Living life without a care in the world
So, how could I
already see the fake
They rise quick then fall like Easy Bake
Then resurrect like Christ on Easter
Day, they straight ass
I ain't talkin' about a piece
on the table
Slip into a dream
Give me songs to play
Some have not been seen
Any fucking day
Pretty green buds
Falling in Love
Have all the fun
Think before you
Suge Shot Me
In today's music news: the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli.
Music insiders are
decay
But I still hope that my album will get a few plays
I'll get by, taking this day by day
But if I die, just know you'll be okay
All I've ever done
drumming out for some days
And it's thumping
I'm like a laser thats coming
You won't see me hear the humming
Uh huhmm
Im just be creeping up with my
Gang, our spirit will live through the generations
It's Hang Over Gang forever n' a day
Even though I don't have all your merch, the best albums Renegade
of the rings
Add that shit up that 2 lines by a 3
But I bet i be loaded like glocks on a sting
Only pour red i do not do the green
Only want bread i do
Day for day we get by, feel sorry for ourself, take care of your own body,
Be greatful for your health
Don't really know what I need, won't succeed
commercial dj
We bust shots all the way over to the west coast...see
Now we gonna come down ruffneck, for the day
'cause its because B.D.P. crew don't
(Fuck all you hoes! Get a grip, motherfucker!)
Yeah, this album is dedicated
To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin'
To all
on album number three, and I still got like seven more
A dog, a fly, a car, a bitch who wanna see it all
And I be tryna push the pain away like white girls
wedding and
See the love of your life dancing with another guy
I'm not taking bout the bride
I'm talking bout the girl in the green dress chilling
Doctor, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
See you's a wannabe 'loc,
Doctor, here's another proper track
And it's phat, watch the sniper, time to pay the piper
And let that real shit provoke
See you's a wannabe 'loc,
On God's green earth the ocean swims in brilliant blues
The yellow sun warms me and you
'Til it's chased by an iridescent moon
On God's green earth
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
the ten by four, controllin' the house
We live in hard knocks, we don't take over we borrow blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have it back daddy, I'd
swag is drippin', so here's a napkin
What's really happnin' bro?
Verbal attackin', I'm showing passion
Know what I mean, see I'm the king like I'm
cocaine was the crucifix,
Lucifer's mix, another level of the Devil's tricks,
Fifteen on the scene gotta make my green,
Make my weight by any means,
of
That cash, I keep it in my jeans, bitch
Have you ever seen it? A big pile of green shit?
When I spend it, bitch, I'm the man
I do what I want, suckers
reppin, beat them down if you head me
[Chorus]
I done seen some brighter days
I done seen a lotta hate
My album hit a 100,000 now shit been goin my
greens with ya'll niggaz, come on, get a grip
Stop frontin' like you can't see.. (what?)
Deep down inside you want to be like me
And get a little more
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