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it up and attack, and get a robot commando
If I do it up right and put the head on straight
I'll be saved by the creature that I create
I'll get
mind
I'll be here with my friends
Mr. Blues by my side
Well, old Ace is blowing their horn
On the jukebox
And when he's done
It'll be time to go home
. .
of
Chainsaw slaughters turn your daughters into sawdust
I never thought it'd come to this, I oughta just be honest, but
There once was a saying that I used
a lethal weapon registered in everythang,
used by the police, dope dealers an yo local gang,
I'm the hardest mutha fucka alive, right in front of yo eyes,
Excuse me, can you help me, straighten out my head
I got a new friend by the name of Mr. Z
Well what's wrong with that, don't you like what you see?
Rather be all by myself and not kick it with people
12 AM in ATL, the sequel (yes sir, yes sir)
Ridin' in the Maybach, we gon' hot box that
Hundreds sit
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these niggas
'Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm goin' back to the way
guitar, was never made by Mr. Fender
It’ll be mine at 65, dollars a month
Payment after payment for the rest of my life.
And to be sure, you know all
to sleep
And when I awoke I wanted to shriek
They drilled a hole on my property 10,000 feet deep
Now where my yard used to be there’s an oil
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
liquor by the case
From all those bootleggin' friends who make a killin' here in Satan Place
When Mrs Brown had finished talkin' no one dared to make
And I feel the same
We ought to be sure I know by now
But if we can prove our love
Like this and like that I gonna move along
Like this and like
to da bottom
I can't be every nigga role model
I can't go back to the bottom
I started with a dollar and a dream
And I'm willing to go and
Get it by any
to depose the malice
Power is wasted in my hands
Try to resist abuse to no avail
I used to think I was imprisoned
But all along I was the jail
Compromised by
But this can't be what you're used to
Wines and fine dining by the beach out in Malibu
But this can't be what you're used to
Naw
But this can't
used to run around armed and robbin'
There was this little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from gettin' me jewelry stolen
Till one day
magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you,
So why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
Oh, I wanna fall in love,
I just wanna be the one you say ‘I’m home to’
It’s nice to be in love - again and again
Oh, I wanna meet Mr. Right
side by
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
by
Allerton made me, nigga, tell you no lie
UFO ambassador, I'm taking your life
You used to be the shit, nigga, AI
I'm not from this world, look,
of a disappointed girl daring the man who could keep her
She was born by the name of Lynn but she went by Honey Creeper.
The bones of an old life call
They tear
at all
I won't stand and I won't crawl and I won't even fall
Silence is a radio that you can call your own
Be massaged by people who collect outside your
Rocking up, in the Benz
Old-school drive by in the ends
Shooting up, glock on a cleanse
D D D bow, no real friends
Used to lurk in the shadows
Now
built for Cuban Linx and Infamous, and
Zane used to play them on the stoop so loud
Mr Sunny yelling at the boys to turn that down
So we put up
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