Lyrics:
Hook x2:
I ain’t got tell y’all shit, y’all already know it
They was all on my clique when I walked through the door
Can’t nam nigga tell ya I
(inspired by the work of Edgar Allen Poe)
I. Red Death
It was a time when life was short
Long devastated was the land
Never had there ever been
[Ving Rhames]
He's a hustler, unbound by law
A self-made, millionaire
With a wreckless disregard, for the haters
Ludacris, on "Southern Gangsta"
Another day in the ghetto (yeah)
One look outside and I'm already upset yo
It look about a hundred-and-two
It's a Saturday and Biggie ain't
Got nuttin to do
quicksand by imbalance of power
And that if we want affection from the marionetteers
We have to dance for our dinner over 63 hours
And we can't refuse
But Today the sun was red
Today the sun was red
So I'm dusting off thoughts on my Shelf, I can do bad by myself, and they Say I need help
They say I
I’m
already over it won’t waste my time on caring
By the way, I’m ok, thanks for asking
Go ahead ignore me baby silence me to death yeah
VERSE 2
You
on his lifespan
I feel so down
Johnny 99 told me hop in the car
Call me noah 109 boy shot for the stars
Landed head in a ditch run over by cars
bitch in this car, man
[ Willie D ]
Oh boy, that's misdemeanor shit
I'm on that other level
[ DJ REDDY RED ]
Fuck you mean by the other level shit, man?
[
know me oga
Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later oga
Do I
even know me oga
Do I look like Rihanna
Kini moshey fuen
Do I look like Rihanna
See I get beat by Dre
I no want beat by Chris
I go see you later
Do I
at my cup it feel like henny weather
One hand in the air like aye
Two hands up like hey nah
I love it when I grab you by your waist
Shawty come and put it
stand true
God, country, family
Red, white and blue
Two years went by to the man it felt like five
In his barracks wondering if tomorrow would he still
She was a little red Corvette,
Fast as hell, turned heads on the set
Pretty skin, soft voice, asking for rough sex
Whatever Lola wants, Lola
dreadlocks got wet
ch man a listen truly and truly and true true
Wet dreadlocks
Ha ha
Rastaman don't laff pls come over and help me squeeze it
Jah
By
talk to 'er if it ain't about a dollar.
Stayed in the latest? Esay?, Gucci, Prada
Two kids, no communication with' the father.
She nineteen, lookin'
the seats were already taken
When mischievous Patti locked the two of us outside on that aforementioned elsewhere holiday gathering Mentioned here in another
change for a bouquet
Too late, got cha girl by my two braids
And a sidekick 'cause the chick go two ways!
Heyyyy! Doctor (Inda Buildin')
Never get gassed
for diamonds
Roses are red, the sky is blue
I got my barrel at 'cha neck so what the fuck you gonna do
It's just two wheels and me, the wind in my
Murda shit
(Aye aye aye aye)
Trap can't waste no time get two-three k like right out the bank
Smoking that Za all my niggas be tripping and plus we
Every day I'd watch them beauties roll by
And sometimes I'd hang my head and cry
'Cause I always wanted me one that was long and black
One day I
trick you by giving you lies and facts at the same time
Tell you the ball is your court while him a run out the clock at the same time
Same time?
Same
for a fee
Two months later on the second offload
The captain gives me a letter from your mother, says "I know
It's hard out there but hang on it's gonna
the streets and I'm rollin' with gangsters now
Hip-hop is takin' over me, my language, my clothes, my lifestyle
Antioch, Tennessee put me through the school
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