Lyrics:
hot coffee, drop off me
Red rag in my back pocket
'63 Continental, suicide doors, black mask
Black topic
Santana in the cockpit, rearview mirror
of mine and as I walked thru the grave yard
I noticed this man kneeling down by the grave of a child
And in his hand he held a big red rose and tears were
five stones and bring a nigga back a hundred
Gotta see my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do
The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the streets fool
Bush, when I flip the war play
Fuck the horse play, hot sex in hallways
Pick your spot now, got you hot now
Since you locked down, roof put the top down
I
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot
You're hot for God
But we all got a hunch that
Maybe you've gone astray
Control yourself, but it's so hard
When you can look so good on Sunday
I know
know by living
In the neighborhood familiar
With those sounds we knew it was gunshots
So automatically you know we started
Taking cover because we
Didn't
bucks
See the scales round my waist, that's a cooobra
Way to, shiny, too too Timey, hands get froooze up
Yea, She call me by name
An numbers don't lie in
you out red handed
Knee deep in my heart
I never saw it coming
You took me by surprise
'Cause you ain't done the cover
Without an alibi
You done
track
Surrounded by the wolves in the wilderness
Liquor piss, slit your wrists so niggas won't get pistol-whipped
Mo' niggas won't get pistol-whipped
All out war
Each one get on the floor
Red so hot
Follow the middle son
Concrete jump
Makes a boy look like a drunken...grrrr..ass!
Everytime
myself in a room full of niggas
Focused on hittin stains and gettin' bitches
I don't speak, I'm silent as a mouse by my own house
With a bit
Yeah, fake hair, fake nails, fake pearls
Call herself a Barbie, wanna be a fake girl
She can't even see
She Stevie Wonder at night time
Too busy
What's the opposite of satisfaction? You never had it
A sex addict there when you needed it
Now you're too distracted by the little things
Cars,
Diamonds on me hit like Floyd Mayweather
Don been through the worst but was taught to do better
Cop birds by the two watch em flock with no feathers
think now I'm a addict
Cause I stay high like living in a an addict
Look, I can fly ain't worried bout traffic
I can get by with or without you present
Red or white, they don’t care the color
Gotta remember bout last summer
The sun and the girl were both hot
If I pursue then my hopes rot
Ignore all
the Giant shit man, you know what I'm sayin'?
If this car got feelings too, crash out like ya' love me (ayy)
Knowin' I'll make that shit back, I'm
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
eyes fixed straight ahead
They ride the line of balance and hold on by just a thread
But it's too hot in these tunnels, you can get hit up by the heat
o
I don call your friends too
So look over here o baby (no ooo)
Lina (lina)
She don dey red eye
She on my radar
I no fit free am
I see her
She on my
taking L’s cos we living too large
Hood rich
Bust down rollies
Stack about half blow drip with the proceeds
Bring around stars no fashion faux pas
Got
like a legendary prophet
I record it and I drop it, cut the breaks so you can't stop it
Red and blue light better cop it, picture me, don't have to crop
the laughs
The hot in the head
It's bright, it's red
What was that you said?
And your face, your eyes
And everything fine
Night after night
It's proximity wine
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