Lyrics:
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And live it like it's the first day
Of the rest of your li-ife
Just stopping by
To let you know what's up
Give you a call to see what you're doin'
Young scoe Mack, toe back
The one ya'll love to blow back
I'll got five fingers, it ain't no riddle
By the only one showing is the one in the middle
yours
When you're too busy getting mine
Now who is this murderous criminal
Coming through
If you think it's E-Roc the subliminals
Is working on you
[ VERSE 1 ]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin from the barrel
dumpin on y'all
[ Rhimeson ]
And all I did was struggle for my land
And I'm too much of a gee to die by another man
[ Prode'je ]
And understand you gotta
on
The world
That went by
Too fast
More temper
Than
Imagination
Portrait of
A losing side
Opinions formed
Without
Taking time
To care
[Cool Breeze]
Just like when we first came up
I didn't think that we would ever flip a hundred bucks
But we put our heads together and we
California ain't no place like this
Half the stuff y'all doin' we created this shit
So don't be saggin young buck in the presence of this
Don't even come
tomboy, with attitudes
that refuse to have fun, but I don't give a {fuck}
These sparks runnin through the hands, up for $20 bucks
That's a little too much,
Being followed by the nigga hating feds
I had to ask them, what's that in your hand, all I said
Picture Fiend with this, they made me do it my friend
like the Devil got a personal grudge against Buck
What the fuck
Walkin through the streets, mindin my biz
Fearin like the Devil know what time it is
whole shit'll be rearranged
Because I'mma give em a buck fifty and let em keep the change
Another nigga smoked, oh Lord
Because he just finished
barrel by, too gun shy to hitch a ride
Got two quarters and a dime, cup of coffee costs a buck
Fifty cents to place a call, payphone's ripped right out
Tom
yo this is your appetite talking
i know your hungry, you just finished power walkin
i know you think that, your jsut too fat
let me intoduce you
up by the cashier
On the front of a magazine bone punks in harmony
Flip to the page what do I see?
Bone talking bout Memphis Tennessee like a dog
Short cut to a quick buck is working all the time
Renting out your mind
And saving every dime
Because when ten of those combine
They cross
mac
Gimmie my cheese
On yo knees
Baby please
Nigga by I'm too high
You blow that shit ima blow yo mind
Take your time fall in line
Bitches ain shit
and still get struck by lightning
Losing hope
Right as you feel the rope tightening
Around your neck
'Till what you're left with is an
Epileptic
Paranoid
students saved my life
By the time you’re hearing this your favourite Scribe will have a wife
Pain is dark as winter nights I’m tryna live to see the light
walking up, I love it when they jocking
I'm just focused on my commas bruh, I'm talking guala, dollars, bucks
Mo' money, mo' problems I can see them
regular route
Cos short cuts only end up in short bucks
Get the dough and just stack, leavin em feelin like track,
Cheaper dan rat my damn voice platinum
for real, spit steel grippin' the wheel
I cut ya grill, 'til you look like Seal
Holla at me
When them 380's buck, even old ladies duck
Dubs
steppin'
So my ambition got me pointed in the right direction
Fueled by depression and life lessons
I learned when it comes to being real, ain't no second
about to die, and they're about
to meet whatevers after death, it's funny nobody wants to turn to
God til it's too late, till it's time for you to fucking
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