Lyrics:
[Verse 2: Craig G]
Okay, ready, set, begin I highly recommend
You niggaz runnin the game like some of us sin
Cause if not we gonna kick the fucking door
somebody else makes you smile
The next day I was full of woe
Don't leave me girl
Stay with me be with me here by my side
I beg you not to go
CHORUS:
Seven
Hacking like six to the four
Like six double oh, like
Four, or either two doors
Money no like C to the E-O
Oh I forgot like ju don't know
Like I'm
the days of the Colt 45's and gang bangers
Cocaine slangers who sliced doors no time to cook up
Them niggas like raw
It's all about the dollar
you better chill
Or getcha grill, piece, torn by the beast
You get the claws
Across your jaws
Hear the roars
Now we gonna lock the doors
Your trapped in
Circassian beauty
When I touch you
I'm coming right down to get you
Outside the freak show
[So we might make it]
I'm coming again to get you
can tell we smokin' pure by the way we choke
They comin' closer and I know they want to hit the weed
But see I hate to disappoint em' cause ain't
at women as they walk by
Eyes red, I got the munchies, I'm zonin' cause I'm so high
How many Caddys for sho' sittin' on them fattys and Vogues
Fussin' with
a slap
I grip my Jack's and I leave in peace
As I stepped through the door he heard the kiss of my teeth
Minding my own business, rolling down the street
(If Heaven was a mile away)
Would I, fill the tank up with gas and be out the front door in a FLASH
Before reconsidering, this Hell with you
It ain't
It's 3 to 10 the pigs are here
Give me 10 seconds to slam my beers
No wounded soldiers kill them all
The pigs found me in a bathroom stall
Still didn't know what happened
When you knocked upon my door
The things you had, the life you lived
All the dreams you had before.
Your eyes you
nothing going on
You think that I don't know what's going down on Godby Road
36 ounces man Caribbean cocaine
This dope game is all I know so how you might
my right hand
Grab a can for Sandman, he earlin' by a parked van
spoke up on the dark plan, devious plot on how to get a knot
Nothin' major, just
I've completely lost it
Tossing and turning, yearning for more
Dirt on the floor, foot through the door, search and report
Serpent of war, smoked out
Surrounded by issues they stuck right with him like
Mom is cryin', pops is gone
What the fuck is goin' on cops breakin' down the door
Lookin' blaze, lookin'
to believe it
Now I can't find no easy summer
That's why
These three months are gone
Wait by the door and no letter come
Today I walk in a dream
Through
He always called her daddy's little girl
She was four years old
Waiting by the door to run into his arms
Each time that he came home
And every night
Gracious, No! Save your soul, guess who is coming to take this throne
Break this whole motherfuckin' game down, and reclaim crowns
Cause I'm sick of layin'
Foreign cars and platinum expenses
Bangin on the door with a list of our offenses
Well you can knock 3 times on the ceiling if you want to
Or put 4 kicks
Say's, we're gonna need more space by sayin' I know just the place
Where we can walk down to the country store
And we won't even have to lock our doors
the door, nigga I was at war
With who was supposed to be my life bringer
The all knower, my nourisher, my aspiration encourager
I figured the fault's due
three years, broken down that's thirty six months
Twenty six thousand two hundred eighty hours holding a grudge
A non-vocalist drama belonging in
) and down the stairs
Steps by step, your wings at the door
Here comes the ecstasy here comes the reason we
Come to be to be or not to be
Here come
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