Lyrics:
Niggas from my hood did the opposite
Sharp as piranhas
I wanna get out, but not by any means
I'mma make it in music, yeah that was my only dream
Shannon with Larry we talking and planning
I hope that by leaving me stranded you knew I would manage get high and get off this planet
Hit for 80 I'm doing
it's a 9-8 ting
I rap, but I still might provide that gun
Shotgun, two cases, two operations done, listen
They can't run, can't hide 'cah cases get
on a Monday
Then I wait to live on a Saturday
Think I'll be scraping by till I'm 98
(Pray that I don't get sick and old)
And I drank too much on my payday
bite your whole nipple off, sick like sickle-cell anemia
Travel around my curse universe
I'm droppin' 98.7 degrees down to Red Alert
Droppin'
gettin' busy down in N-O
Gangsta's, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin' checked by me
That's on the C, DPG will never break up
There's
It's me and Coleone at the pound on perk
Wanna hit the stripper spot
Maybe knock us some work it's been a minute
I'm in it still down to ride
98 Nav'
head it
Conniptions, compulsions conjured by potions acidic
Wolfing it's wolfing like Katy wolfing I'm tossing
Out from the field
You see it's
head it
Conniptions, compulsions conjured by potions acidic
Wolfing it's wolfing like Katy wolfing I'm tossing
Out from the field
You see it's
are done
7, 14, 21, 28, 35, 42, 49, 56, 63, 70, 77, 84, 91, 98, 105, 112, 119, 126, 133, 140
Counting by sevens
Counting by sevens
Counting by sevens
Czterech typów, dwie gazówki i gaz
Tylko po to, by spokojnie iść spać
Są na świecie ludzie, którzy chcą mnie zabić
Jeśli przyjdą, bracie, celuj im w twarz
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice-T set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
suicide - and niggas won't cross
Intro:
[Willie D]
Geto Boys
(G.B.)'98
We gonna set this shit straight, belive that
Don't you wish sometimes you can be free
Free from incarceration
Geto Boys
(G.B.)'98
We gonna set this shit straight, belive that
Don't you wish sometimes you can be free
Free from incarceration
Free from
person, had no idea
Just like that honey flipped three times
With nickels and dimes staking rhymes by the eons
Situation around the way with my women
to get high?
Hey, anybody want to get loaded?
Wooh, anybody want to get high?
She said, yeah.
I ain't no backstreet jiver,
And I'm just trying to make
Black car on a backstreet, little me asleep on the back seat
Lulled by street lamps and the blackness in between
My parents' argument picking up
I pave the backstreet with the mist of my brain
I cross the gap between the platform and train (falling into me)
Violet strip lights I try
of inches
You move up little by little to the fame and riches
Life be a game and a broad of visions
Some niggas is hoes and all women ain't bitches
hard core bad ass
A soldier from the backstreet
And tell a motha fucker who, who ever try to cross me
Some call me J-bone, some call me Har???-bone
of inches
You move up little by little to the fame and riches
Life be a game and a broad of visions
Some niggaz is hoes and all women ain't bitches
alley tormented by mind
Dodgin' the (Tech.. 4x N9ne.. 4x)
Now here's the message
Liberate me, Chocolatate'
Take 'em and rock now play
Do the fuck
smothered by the other kind
No so divine so I heard it through the grapevine
Sent the feds out to get mine
Time yo-yo to go Bronco in 90-91
Laughin' while
pretty deep me and my dawg
I gotta get back to backstreets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat
Glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
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