Lyrics:
called us new to the stuff But I find this new stuff new for a thug
Bare competition I'm part of the mission,
I ain't part of your group you punk,
I miss
and fiendin' for Mercedes
Suckers scatter but it don't matter
I'm a cool shot punks drop from all the
Buckshots the fools got
I'm tired of being a nice guy
I
of a 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front
outsmarted
Here's part two of how I started
Slangin them thangs on a dope cut
Five-ohs are ridin my dick, but so WHAT?
What can you do to a nigga like
more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine
[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
Started by jealous people
And basically that's what
but it played a part
In slipping grades. But hey, they weren't that great to start
Teachers dismayed, they all say I'm smart
"If you apply yourself, you
fools
Weak-ass, ya punk-ass, ya bitch-ass ass,
So I pummel your satchel with a podiatric blast,
Like blast-off, my foot's gettin' ready to cast off,
Yeah, yeah
Fuck all these niggaz
You know what I'm talkin' about Wino
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk
and I ain't no punk
a punk
You with a broke boy
Oceanside view
I'm thinking of you
Yeah I'm thinking of you
Yeah she like the rush
She with a dope boy
She never wait in line
a fool
Cause I'm takin off from the tip-top of the key
with the rock passed by the Pharoahe M-O-N, see-H
the chosen lyrical soldier who backs me up
when
'd rather pop bubbly, one for B.I.G. and one for Pac
N****, trust me, I'm hot as they get, like Al Green
Getting hit by a pot of them grits, yo, nahmeen?
[Chorus]
I'm a cold-hearted fool
I mean a fool at heart, head strong
And I won't be headed home if he falls apart
Contact niggas like a part time
Oh my gosh Julie, look at her butt, its so plump and round. She looks like one of those punk guy's girlfriends.
I like big butts and I cannot lie
You
wanna fuck with us, you must've had no common sense
I'll kill you then your guts get eaten up by Brotha Lynch
It's Strange Music so the competition
niggas are really the punks huh?
In the hearts of men, I'm seeing cowards
Where you niggas is at when the funk come?
Smoke a blunt to that
When
a cat
Morgana here, not a cat I think, but I'm definitely an amnesiac
When you attack be prepared to get scratched back
I'm part of the crew, who's
of shots for niggas
Punk, I wake up everyday to cathedral cielings
Jumpin' out my bed, wall to wall marble and pillars
Livin' like the Pharaoh Tut, I
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye)
Who ya fucking with governor E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
(Then swing ya by ya foot)
can't take) what God gave me
Game stayed on top of - Fame played a part of
Change, made a lot of - Flame in the hearts of
Men I'm a Made one - Friends,
Well, alright. You see the thing is...)
This music's more than a job, I gotta make my revenue
If you're a part of my squad then I got the best in you
If
Rebellion, stinger hit ‘em, kill ‘em
I’m fighting demons
The same ones that keep these bitches dropping by in the evening
But sometimes I need ‘em,
parts out from a learned curve, of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently, offered through the circuits ofan earlier plot, I’ll see you
on that rah-rah, man a boss
I'm from T-Dot, you might get dub up if you floss
In the wrong part of town, in the wrong time of day
I got love inna mi
told you twice before but I'll say it one more time
You do your thing Homes but I'm gonna do mine
[Chorus: x2]
Look at all this rumors
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