Lyrics:
up a cup of my favorite stuff
Yeah I start all my days with the fluid
Gotdamn
I need my bitch to go dumb on the dick
Yeah go nuts and go crazy, go
in the high crescent moon
Hear the pulse and vibrations and the rumblin' force
Somebody's out there beating on a dead horse
She never said nothin
you lived by the gun? (Ahh)
We slide through Phoenix
More than the Suns (Ahh)
Kay Kay here with me (Kay Kay)
Put her hair in a bun (Kay Kay)
Five, four
killed
My mama know I'm thuggin', it get ugly lay me in Winfield, oh yeah
Spin the block, hop out with them Glocks and leave 'em dead
I go by Top, if
Ah ah, ah-ca ah-ca ooh, ah ah-ca ah
Ooh, ah ah-ca ah ooh, ah ah-ca ah
So it's back to the block time to play
It's time to go on the
Bus the train
put E before the D, 'cause that's all you on
You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica, guy
If he was still alive, you would never get by (for real)
Let's go
I go by "Weezy, the Don"
Magnificent nigga, lot of ice around my neck, and freezin' the arm
And if a nigga decide to test, their chest get
at your door
Start to scream out loud, Wu-Tang's back for more
Yes the hour's four, I told you before
Prepare for mic fights (and plus the cold war)
[Verse
Marty, let me come up in this party like I'm Scarface
To point the finger at the bad guy (go ahead)
At four years old I been a rabbi (gotta leave)
Let
what the fame like?
(Known for hittin' two to four chicks in the same
night)
Chicks can't tell me nothin',
I got head (niggas can't tell me nothin', I
I only paid fifty-three
Never change on the guys
We play by the rules
Made a way outta nothin'
We paid like the Jews
Put a two on that dog, yeah
I
title
Al Kapone is my idile
To protect and serve
I roll with my assault rifle
Jack niggaz for nothin' less than a quarter key
Take hits on buster
On the plane to South Central
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
Steady mobbin' I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
[ CHORUS: Black see ]
Don't gimme no bammer weed
(Get with the program)
(Just smoke that dank)
We don't smoke that shit in the SFC (4X)
[ VERSE 1:
Four five by my side
Test me if you want to die
Yellow tape, homicide, I'mma make your momma cry
VVS, color sky, rolling up and getting high
Test me
'em in a line
I take four, five, six and blow 'dem hos mine
It'll take one more before I go for mine
Seven bitches get fucked at tha same time
$hort, don't say it tonight, beeatch
It started on a bright morning in 1987
I was in my drop-to Caddy y'all
Gettin sucked by a bitch named Helen
Nasty
and Tamera
Two in the Four like the Porsche Panamera
Look in the mirror, look in the mirror
Vision clouded by the coke, ain't making it clearer
I make it
guess it's now or nothin' they speak on who they is
But I don't know my mind can't rest, for nun, 4AM I'm probably up writin a song
Them demons steady
to myself, yeah
I ain't askin' for nothin' else, long as my presence felt
Go big for the times when we was hurtin' (when we was hurtin')
Three hunnid K
straight to the bed and an IV
An eye for an eye, I never go by, you gotta forgive 'em and let it be
Think of the sign, the temple the mind, we get
a session
Then go in there and lie like I just pushed up in a Tesla
Never capped on nothin' else guess I tried to look progressive
Funny how I'd take
the same road, droppin' gems
The young nigga pick up them stones (stones)
We used to go twenty-four all gold
And now we go party in Vogue
I'ma need all
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors (holiday season)
You see that B on the hood, nigga?
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
Yo, the Bentley
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