Lyrics:
got a story
That's harder than the hardcore
Cost of the holocaust
I'm talin' 'bout the one still goin' on
I know where I'm from, not dum diddie dum
I'm like Cato, my rhyme's the Green Hornet
You know you want it, rappers get up on it
I flaunt it, throughout the metro-politan
The world's my
quicker to dismiss her
Call me Badluv I'm a prize yeah
I can see the devil in her eyes yeah
I promise that my life is no surprise no
Cause I been working
with me, just tell me where you been at
I been goin' through it with no help, so where you been at
I'm just trying to get it, ain't no tellin' where you
what I'm told by the place I deam
Home of Shatt Res, where they raise him
Boy,
I don't play God, I really am him
That's why they don't get every move I
goin' back
I'm not goin' back
I was in deep waters like I'm chased by them sharks
My heart was always bleeding, screaming from afar
Devil try to strike
the chat room, my conversation is goin' down
Where you from? Where you at? Lil' momma sho' talkin' nice
I tell her meet me at U of H right by the towers
come and get it
I been thinkin' bout my girl all night, baby
Cause she been waitin' by the phone all night, baby
I ain't been actin' like I'm done with
Scotland
Stoppin' off on Canyon, man, I'm jumpin' out a Honda
I'm in power with a collar shirt, there go Luca Brasi
I'ma grinder, you from where I'm from,
with egg yolks and get soaked
And she said can you teach me to cope
The pearls from the oldest oaks flows are dope and nope
I ain't got the antidote
I push
Did u ever stop 2 wonder (Did u ever stop 2 wonder) (push)
Yeah - I'm a-push up on it... (push)
(push)
(push, push)
(Tony...) Yo?
(Get
wasted!
Puff, sip, puff, sip, puff, sip,
Get wasted!
Gimme a jug of that Crowne
Guzzle that down
What's
I'm trippin' on that now
I can tell by
don't the know the face without the scars
Without My Pain
Its never all the same
I ain't goin out without my pain
Without My Pain
It wouldn't be the same
in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Don't talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for
[Mr. Pookie]
Destiny, now can you tell me wha's tha meanin
Where I'm goin in this life,its so trife,I get to skeemin and dreamin
Is thea a way I
ain't my fucking dawg)
I'm gettin' sick and tired
I can feel the fire
Maybe if I stick around, the wind a blow it out
You can tell it's goin' down, With
her some indo
Tongue-kissing on the window of a pearl white limo
Don't wanna be your man, I'm your nigga
Touch me here, I'll get bigger
While I'm
money, got me stuntin'
Like I'm Baby posted up with Nicki
That's when it get tricky
Niggas in their feelings
That's when it get drizzy
Speaking
Park where they chop cars
Get 20 grand, spend a grand at the bar
Just bought a zone, J's on my feet
I'm on that Patron so get like me
'69 Cutlass wit
cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns now WHAT THE FUCK!?!
[Chain Gang Platune]
I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough
I'm even goin
This my last move and I'm gone
I ain't tryna come back, ain't doin' this shit no more
Tired of chasin' these motherfuckin' pennies
I'm tryna get
tail
My third eye is my rail, on this Illa-thought
With afrocentric stamps I'm mailin thoughts
to my Gods held in court
I dwell where rebellion's
where only God knows me
And the angels write raps on holy paper
I said, "I'm lookin for Jesus"
He said, "Take the escalator, one flight up, it's
back to reality
Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me
Flashes, I get flashes of Jason
Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin
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