Lyrics:
I almost drowned in the blood of a saint
Under that bed its like a flood
I was the crazy man, the other had the gun
I could hear them the way a dog
a slave
Working 100 hours a week and do it all for minimum wage
You want me to put a price on an hour of my life
I'm sorry but 13.60 just doesn't seem right
is y'all familiar with that sound?
A hundred rounds will gun you down, put your bitch ass underground
Now what I want you to know, see I'm a general
Is
can save it
He borrowed 5 G's two months ago, still ain't pay it
This girl hit me on the cell about his location
I grabbed my gun jumped in
again
'Cause I hit hard like thunder, straight from the under
Ground with the sound that will make Stevie Wonder
Hard, but let me continue
Serving
Resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers
Have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character
Of not only Mr. Shakur but of Death Row
down
Tryna beef yo ass a clown, huh
Yeah, on my 20, got like a hundred rounds, huh
Call up swerve, ask some more, like 20 rounds, huh
Put a nigga in the,
k all 100 rounds
Took a knee said fuck my heart burry is in dirty grounds
You gotta watch how you eat when karma come around
Them scars you leaving on ya
license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is
this man this my gun
Then I turned round let off 6 shot and I left him in the mud (In the mud)
I ain't even have to do them like they put on they self
me fightin' these 3 Strikes
Showin' up in court fuck what you thought it's three nights
I put the game down first put my niggas up on it
Now we
went?
Ringin' the bell, heard a yell but wasn't sure
Dropped my luggage to the ground, put my ear to the door
Slow music, H-Town, no that's down low
down the enemies you've killed
Can you survive this war
Will you survive last shot
Who put a gun in your hand
Who made you put a gun to your head
Do
I got them blue funds
Let's talk about racks
They know me by name when I walk into saks
Put my name in a song then it's no coming back
You can't trust
that circulates dust
Twitches and vomits in fits like the damned
Comforts none but the sloth yet we pay
By the hour for the bricklayers view
so I got a new crew
If y'all feel fuck me then fuck y'all to
y'all got guns, we got missiles
Clear whole blocks burn niggas to gristles
[Baby]
tall money
I got big bags, I got all money (yeah)
I got long money, I got tall money (yeah, yeah)
Ridin' in my Urus, I got guns on me
I'm not your
concerned with makin babies
Never lookin for work the streets
Raised me for war
Schooled in laws of currency by
The ways of robbery thought
They never stop me
of here.
Yo Dre give me a funky ass bass line.
(Intro Chorus)
What fuck is up? In the place to be.
Coming on the mic is Eazy Motherfucking-E.
Dre is
to me, I'll talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker
sumn
Gotta put in 100 if you wanna win sumn
Watches, designer, foreigns I spin um
Put two cups together n pour a four in um
Humble ass nigga still rock
time that you see me
Stay by myself, I get hungry and greedy
I got a vision, I'm back at the Telly
Racks in my pockets, some more in the belly
I been
get Ghost and scram
Gingerbread niggaz on the run from feds
Shit is sick, pretty chicks'll put a gun to ya head
Never a vic', either think quick
airplanes or airports cause I don't give a flying fuck
I drop it like an incinerator was the topic
Cause I'll be damned if you ain't
I'll empty in your
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