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It was down by old Joe's barroom, on the corner of the square
They were serving drinks as usual, and the usual crowd was there
On my left stood Big
didn't want no fast life, poppin' bottles err night
So I get the movin' just like a g should
Three years later and your boy still livin' good
I cant
II
MY SHIP IT WRECKED IN THE MIDST OF THE OCEAN
I COULDN'T SWIM BACK TO SHORE
RUINDED AND BATTERED BY THE STORMS OF LIFE
TILL IT COULDN'T TAKE
long to save you
I was getting my dick sucked, by my secretary
She asked me my sign, I told her bitch Aires
I stay on Barbary and Scott, 5000 block
I
sadly mistaken if you think my Aryan race
can be taken out by the likes of you Apes, Kikes
conservative nigga loving Gooks, Spooks, and Dykes
My Spikes,
you'll see G
Look at the homie's little girl, she ain't nothing but sixteen
Trying to support three kids, so she stay coming out her jeans
Getting pimped,
it just for you, my love
Why does it feels so good
If you are by my side
'Cause no matter what I do it's only me an you
'Cause it's
One to make me
Guarantee to leave three ammo in your gut (boom boom)
Heard the gun blast so you run to your crew
Laying on the ground and you scream for you boo
But this is
did with my life
I will say I spent it with you
If I wake up in World War III
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I want to go home
Five, four, three, two, one
Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Bass bass, bass, bass
With music by our side
To break the color lines
Let's work
and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
a hood rat
9-0, 2-2-0, that's the code
Fuck a bitch, fuck a nigga, it's the gangsta mode
The story has been told by a thousand times
Town of the thug
he's not cause he just got a fed spot
Homicide on my trail(on my trail)cause I'm sleepin' by my antee
Them niggas want to thank me
I live tha life
by a different bunch hot little girls
Speed it up, and let a real niggas see what ya got lil' girl
Got lil' doe, got something to blow
You wanna get
I made this one for the brothers in the party
To find a hottie
And dance body to body
Step one: first you grab honey by the waist
Step two: then
the sky
Bent (bent) the (the) sky (sky)
I've read this book before
Anxious eyes stare out of warped glass
Waiting for the three o'clock bell
I'm
Deep in the mountain of Harlan County
Employed by the Cumberland coal company
The pay is short, the days are long
But our labor union laws are coming
feel
I'm upset and frustrated
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I'm fixin to knock shit out the box
And be a rabid dog
Bounce bitches off walls
Kill 'em all
did with my life
I will say I spent it with you
If I wake up in World War III
I see destruction and poverty
And I feel like I want to go home
moola, my fetty
And took this by surprise I knew you hoes wasn't ready
(Chorus)
[Z-Ro]
Remember back in 94' they use to laugh at me team
Now it's year
on my syntax, as I bend backs by impacts (impacts)
then I give a concusssion in your NUTS when I'm bustin'
(Heads)
Dead with my lead graff
I cloth thee,
go to the one that I know I need to go farther if it's no bother
Take me higher [Repeat: x 3]
Step by step, just lead me on the path that I've been
the valet dude, to buck you right by my slab
And get what you can grab, from Grey Goose to Bacardi
I'm inviting the world, to my gangsta party
[Chorus:
two, three, four
You got what you been asking for
You're so policy free
And your fantasy wheels
And everything you think
And everything you feel is
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