Lyrics:
life, I pray to god before I even sleep at night
(At night)
Demons out to fight, so all my niggas they keep poles by they waist
I know you feel
And we like 2livecrew yeah its true we legit
Two time two Four hoes just me and bill
She said that aint Finna go I bet she will
I know I sent they ass
man boogie man
Three times though
Man the warning was there my chain like a stove
I want money so old it's infected with mold
Like sorry can't touch
yo hands up... who u trynna shoot jigga
Abi visionary when i dream, i dream bigger
As adey (Pounds) on u... u never go be (CFA)...
Too many times my
that smell, it's the packs in the mail
Smoking pounds by the whales I prevail at anything I wanna do in life
I could never fake gangsta and cry
out throwing bo's at your section
Apply the sleeper hold just
In time for elections
Talking heads tap the side of
They nose as it grows
Catch a tiger by
ways niggas shine
A couple times and forget that it rains i
Don't really give a
Fuck courtesy of the drank
Hustle hard then deposit
Like I live in
was shaped by drink and overtime
Peering through the window
Of a downtown bus bound for the pound
He knows he could've used some love
But the sum of his
Last time I came home I done a 100 hour shift
This time I come home I rolled a
100 pound spliff
And I can't lie, I miss the boy Git
But that’s just
old school drops on gold feet
Roll sweets wit the bomb in it
Smokin' on bomb spinach
Ride by you wit the 100 spokes spinnin'
No linen, I'm just thugged
digits
Bow to the king for the one time I’m a different breed of human
When the sun go down pull up in the whip turn the strip to a ghost town M.A.D.
(Freddy)
Grab the Glock or Machete (Machete)
Tell me three times like Candyman
Stuff bricks, pounds, in the minivan
(Minivan) tony is a G like Larry
Murder
starting to pound.
I miss that sound.
And I've been so stuck that I have to admit.
I'm hardly motivated by the same old shit.
I wanna be invincible.
I
the time.
And lot's of feeling that I can't explain.
I won't spend another night alone.
Out of every girl I meet, no other can compete
I'd ditch em all
and portents have come forth in torrents
It's time to realize my rise has been foretold
From the sticks to the streets I built a path that'll last
I came
Livin home with mommy, gonna make us both lay down
Big knifes, one pound, I'm tellin y'all now
If them bitches chump, then they better bounce
Top story,
old slangin' dope by the pound
(Come on)
Out of bounds, no limit till my dirt (What?)
Bitch tried to break my heart
And got her back hurt
I'll let you
Well I imagine certain things will stay on the move
They're sure not starving now that we got something to prove
Times were hard back in 2G1
There
I'm twitchin
I'm itchin
For something new
But nothing is coming to mind
I'm on my fucking grind
My brain is ticking with little time
But nothing
enough to be made to look dumb by my allegiance
Cap trapped in my schooling rap asking for time to spit
Unwinding brain mind and consciousness
I want
that is followed by a wow
Bitches on my dick yeah all we do is plow
Fucked her so good got the bitch saying ow
Cant stay the night guess its time to say
on the Mississippi Mud".
What a dance do they do!
Lordy, how I'm tellin' you
They don't need no band
They keep time by clappin' their hand.
Just as happy
beats but then again
Nowadays most rappers sound feminine
Soft *echoed*
They come off weak and they're so-so
I'll be down to the pound and jump mofo
the chests, mutilate their breasts
Pound their heads with stones and crack their skulls and bones
Skin the folks alive, no one will survive
Dig into their
.jpg/225px-Music,_sheet_(AM_1999.155.96-5).jpg "Larry Coleman 2020")
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