Lyrics:
by morning, shit it might've been Winona
And if that's the case then you could call me Yung Dracula
I keep going you know I can't be stopped
Open up
Yeah
I'm telling y'all man nobody can stop except for myself
Imma pop my shit don't stop me
Lotta people gonna call me cocky
Imma mind my business
Yo, I go by the name of Dubious Thoughts
I feel like sometimes, I hide behind my shell
Like I was bound for hell but, I got a story to tell
Cuz my
I put that shit on all of mines
Hot shit, condiment
Finest spices
Bitch I'm a problem
Like the Cuban Missile Crisis
Expect this time,
Man, a phone
philosophy, watchu see in me?
Yea I know they feelin me cuz this shit be cold as ice
Rog not even a year old, but I'm still heating up like spice
Better wish me
Yeah, yo, yo
Close your eyes, let the track just play on repeat
All I hear is the genius on this beat
So I cradle the word street to blame spice
and you can call my bluff
A coward die a thousand times, a soldier live but once (Nigga)
So I been screaming "yolo", ran my bands up by my solo (By myself)
bleedin on the steps a death
Check yo self
You just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
(I've got all my life to live
Plus
comin' with your shit raps
You man are get bitch-slapped, by some bitch that I bitch-slapped when I was high on a spliff
And a six pack, and a bitch back
on shit
Remember it was 5 on it (Broke)
You fucked that sack up
Nigga it don't mean none
We get it by the double
Niggas got the green thumb
You went broke
Time for the fallen soldiers
Can't have a war without casualties, you know?
For everybody goin' through the struggle, you know
Real shit everyday,
Pay the price to have a sucker put on ice
Got just as many Hot Ones as my nigga Spice
[Chorus]
[E-40:]
But if they, locked you up and throw away
to beef or rattle doors
You're up Shit's Creek without a paddleboard
I'm done trying to tackle whores
I'm giving up the saddle for
Something I imagine will
better get another vick to work with, or quit
Cause I'm on some ol' L shit
Capable of murder but I never committed
Taking no shorts so you better forget
Never jump up in-a mi face 'cause I gun
Never judge a book by di cover, dat's wrong
Dis is Fat Joe alongside di Banton
Hey, what about Pun?
Rudeboy,
Lil Wayne:
I ain't terrified from nuthin'
I'm young wild crazy and disgustin'
Better watch me 'cause I'm coming
With a oven by my stomach
I
I know it's late, I'm on the way
Baby I'm coming over
Been getting that cake earning my stripes, You know ya boy a soldier
Got a few things imma show
am
Quick to slay with the rectifier shit, caught by the ricochet nigga
"I got to know"
One of these days and it won't be long (that's what you
the soldier's half
You speakin' hogwash, silly shit, broke to dash
I got the live sparked, Phillies lit, smoker's jacket on
The son of a Cap-ricorn, my dad's
Tell me if you on it, cause we on that shit for real
All my soldiers on it, head divin', Navy SEAL
I'm like the big three, but all my dogs passin' six
the struggle, you know
Real shit everyday, everyday shit is real
(Every hood)
every ghetto, every block, every trench) I know how you feel, yeah, look
I been out
cup, I took a swig
The bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shit
Droppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listen
Pay attention brotha, you're
I'm done, don't call
My phone or text me, i don't owe you shit
Niggas got both their hands out
But I don't owe them shit
When I was on my face
I
like I'm 3-6, In the game alone
The world ain't shit, because I left the game alone
{HOOK}
cnd, if that light ain't shining
Then they ain't fly
cnd, if
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