Lyrics:
nigga, I've been moving so vicious
Yeah, I had fell in way too deep, I'm talking with my brothers
It ain't nothing stopping me, I'm moving like a truck
I
Here we go, turn it up, let's start
From block to block we snatchin
Hearts and jackin marks
And the punk police can't fade me, and maybe
We can have
up
cin't nothing wrong with stopping by
Cuz you see all this fire
Caught up in that la la la
Pull up
cnd maybe we can take a step or two
Boy that's
be the same
Your death was a tragedy in every kind of way
I can't comprehend all the time we wasted
On being angry at each other instead if just
time you jump out and your dawg go in
You know years go by
To where you be like y'all done
Spent all this time away from each other
Fuck, we don't
forehead
Blew the top out his skull
Now they want me dead
All the niggas in his hood, police
And the feds
Stepped out of Westwood, way out of the side
that shit
Now go head', put that bitch to work, Make her see a pound flip
The police passin' by the block, make em' get the fuck from Round here
I got
I don't even gotta tell you I been putting on
You don't wanna see me win
You better look the other way
I'm using Passion to get Paid
You know
stopping traffic up and down the street
Making a wreck of every man she meets
Somebody ought to go call the police
She's disturbing the peace
Oughta be
hand, little one
And I wouldn't let you run, oh
Like, I like the way that you're moving around me
I went fully lidge on the day that you found me
I
on E
Before I fade away gotta pave a way
Got the family depending on me
Can't fuck around with them fuck arounds
Bitch nigga might tell the police
Better
And lose all individualism
Well this is happiness, masochistic torture, plagued by the decadent, craved for affection
The needle digs deep to push
research every sexual assault that was ignored by the police who thought better to avoid it
She could have had the life perfect tens are often handed but
you know that I'm smashin'
I see the police and I do the dash then
Give they ass the bird when I roll passed them
Roll up them fingers but no we don't
Golden Streets of this shantytown
A cold world run by crooked crowns
The maniacs and the panic attacks
The police and a picture piece
When fairytales are
Police siren
Camera; click click click click
Wow, young silk
Boy out done yourself to this time!
Why you back on slim?
Spread your arm wide
And pin
pretend I didn’t say it
Pretend that i don’t dream of ever staying
In the penthouse getting crossed
wasted off Ciroc
Faded off moon rock
Way up at the top
move yeah
Even when the blocks is hot
We still gone go outside
Quick to serve a nigga up
And I ain't talking 3 point 5
Every other day i swear it be
ain't shit and Buck ain't shit (they ain't shit)
By the way, as usual, suck my dick
And the other nigga ain't worth nuttin (uh-uh)
He ain't worth
to get by the dope dealing, fatal killings
In fair times so writing rhymes
It ain't just the police
We kill each other just lost another brother
Fast
horny now how about a dance so you can throw it up
You could be a superstar the way you move this up
Watch her work her back all the other hoes get off me
nigga, man dis shit fucked up!
[Project Pat]
I gotta call from my dawg, Gangsta Fred jus da other day
Met some nigga from da other way, want to purchase
Have you ever seen what injectin dope does
Man I hate fiends there's other ways and means to make cream
Banged up at eighteen losing motivation to chase
were out I left him for 5 minutes and he got in a fight and when we met up again the police came in a van and took him away and it was the quickest
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