Lyrics:
you walk in with someone new that's all
All I can take, just give me the reason you think I'm the only mistake
Just give me a minute to get all my
yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
Now at a game of chance
Uh, I learnt the game, I know what I want and I'm in it
The time is now, it's gonna be up in a minute
You look a nigga in the eye, you could tell
the drama
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy
Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
And I suppose you got the dopest moves like
the drama
Havoc I gotta have it steady blastin' at Prodigy
Mobb 6 feet deep you try to blast me till death
And I suppose you got the dopest moves like
Conversation without compensation, we sensed it
It's not to mention yo' girl, your persistant in
Nothin' physical happened but give me 6 minutes
When ya off,
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
on me
So my guess is death is what they wish on me
So I'm blowing on them candles
Closed lids and dark eyes
Cause hate's never part time when you on that
shit was gone by the next morning
Young wild nigga runnin' with me
Homicide wasn't nothing to us
Dead body wasn't nothin' to see
That pistol play was
can put a melody over this...
No
Yeah! I am the melody
Hate me
Nigga hate me
You a dummy funny
Lady
I'll name you katie
Talking shit
You like
the echelon of Mr. T
(Two) Minute number two you see the likes they started flooding in
And that gets you excited like your stimmy from the government
(Three)
wa-wa-wait just a minute
I think boo made a mistake just a minute
Two-wayin me like get her in the club
She must got me confused wit a nigga she's fuck
Cause I
Come four by four, lose one like Dru Hill
Stay fly 'til you air sick, now that's ill
Two choices, either squeeze or peel, now that's real
What
at them bitches)
(Ain't no 'California Love') (Love) (Love)
'You can hate me now'
(Ain't no 'California Love') Ah-ah (Love) (Love)
To all my niggas
limit
Get better remember by the minute
I'm on the digits
The realest in this is bout the business
If she come wit it
She get it and she gon catch them
Tell em, tell em, shamyth, nah, I don't wanna waste my breath
Chasing death, later looking back on never lacking in my past
Visit home and mama tell me
Two's, O's, fo's and hoes
Nigga only fucking with the real 2-0's
20 minutes, 20 minutes
Holla at me, 20 minutes
Deuce, fo's, hoes and clothes
Nigga
again can you blame me?
My God he hates divorce
Marriage is sacred two are one what would he break it for?
Unless she wanted out
Hardened heart coming
name again, Clayton
About a minute or two till death, 43 later, last breath.
I feel my whole body burning
I feel my whole body burning
I feel my whole
mixed the lady with my kid brother and miss, she became my sister
For a minute but then my lady started receivin' that snitch
By the nigga on tour,
took me instead
Crazy I've been feeling hopeless
Since life for me just began to prosper
I've felt like a damn imposter
Since the death of my grandfather
yourself to death
Tell St Peter at the Golden Gate
That you hate to make him wait
But you just gotta have another cigarette
Now at a game of chance
Love') (Love) (Love)
'You can hate me now'
(Ain't no 'California Love') Ah-ah (Love) (Love)
To all my niggas with the lleyo
They rock it up like
and well in five layers of hell
We have the God, the guns the government, my two gun-shells
And if you didn't get that joke by now
You'd better be a black
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