Lyrics:
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
it is
Am I the hand that moves or the fingerprint?
Ahh
Fingertips
World is at my fingertips
Reefer in my cuticles
Police want my fingerprints
dream,
That I am trapped in an act,
not of my own design,
In this act, I demonstrate
the kind of performer I might
have become, had I not been
blessed
I'm a get my bum rushed
By some fucking faggots who just wanna pick on a fucking runt
Stand by homos till I pull out a fucking gun
And then you'll run
Times I was commitin' crimes, almost got caught by the police
Man I think about car accidents that never happened
I think about homeboys I speak to one
Like I'm Toronto
Fumble bags, get it back like pronto
Got the world sitting on my shoulders like ponchos
And I'm getting more numbers than combos
Drivin
dues
And it's the rules that I play by
Carry the team like I'm A.I
I used to cook rocks, and hit the block
And gun in the bushes, and money in my
dope and guns"
Check for warrants, that son of a bitch on the run, I know
Three of his niggas got life, he use to roll with
And told 'em I bodied
[Police]
There they go over there!
Aw man, shit!
I gotta get up off my ass and go chase these cholo muthafuckas
I hate those fuckin' Mexicans
I'd rather not feel anything than
Ever have to be caged
Ain't no more hopscotch where we stay
All they know is blood splatter, sirens
And police tape
and suicides and homicides
And three strikes and yo' life and my life and times change
And niggaz fame, as the world turns
Though I walk through the valley
watchin' too much CSI
I'm not a crash dummy, so don't even try
To talk your dirty trash to me, no BFI
If you are not guilty of anythin', then why did you
and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness
I'm a wildebeest, and I'll concealed the piece even after I was busted by Warren Police
You think just
that shit
You guys are way overbudget
Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for of this
Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school
And by
step, he still talking shit, he get dissed like a DVD is
Whole gang get a check, if you stay on point, you can ball like CP3 is
Life on pause, bitch, I be
’m a bully on these beats
Check the goal like soccer teams
Just solace, not presiding
I’m the honor when I speak
Drop the gavel on a nigga head
Knock him off
Cracked the bell with a motherfucking gavel
Damaged cells, im the judge of my tale
Hail mary Isobel
You never can tell
I just wanna get high again
Not
pulled over by one time
And when the 1999 rewinds
Didn't even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world it's nauseatin'
Everybody's hatin'
Tupac and P
For every watch there's a glock, come shop with me
Hood DVDs the closest you get to TV
BE or MT, the whole world done see me
VH1 Behind
all over the world
I'm in New York at the Puerto Rican Day Parade
Then at night, I'm in New Orleans drinkin' hand grenades
Outnumbered by
gotta DM, 11 PM
Said I don’t like niggas I wish you were him
Killed by the police, it’d be a relief"
To dump off your bodies and go back to sleep
Man you
world today
When I'm deceased, I want my little baby girl to say
That he was real
He loved me with all his heart
He loved mama too
Even though they
a cold world (cold world)
Damn this a cold cold
Verse Three:
Now Krystal tryna breathe, Kareem think she won’t survive
Tryna duck them switches, glass
know they be like, can't nobody stop him They know that I'm not them
They gon' tell the police who had shot them That's why I ride with some shit that'll
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