Lyrics:
whatever pays
I had to break the phase, at the top now, but who’s looking at the gage
(Hook)
Vic
(Verse)
I give it my all, every time I hit the stage
I let
I'm back tHUG LIFE baby
Guess who's back guess who's back
Rick Ross talking facts like 2Pac's back
I'm a Thug till I die
Ain't nobody can stop me
treated
By the doctor, he's religious
That's called freedom y'all
If you're poor then that's your fault
Get a couple jobs so you won't be broke
And homeless
With a voice, telling you the bullet's direction
I'm talking murder, but that's another section
I need to explain by keeping my composure
There's no
down by law and I know my way around
Too much, too many people, too much (aha-ha)
Too much, too many people, too much, Raaah!
A castle in the sky, one
like who's there oh
ct this point, some people deserve to die
The only reason why cause some people are demons in disguise
Look into your soul when I
and fuck ya life up
I hope the principal doesn't come and give me a write up
Now who the fuck I gotta snatch the mic from?
I spend a long time tryna build
head
We look for love, no time for tears, that's what Bill said
Big niggas, somebody lead me to the guy Who build beds
Giving ass with big bitch, I'm
Intro
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Comp-ton
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real muthaphuckkin G's...
Real Muthaphuckkin G's...
Verse One
Hey Yo doctor, here's
and I'll go down, your gonna fuckin' trip
Well sam, my head will bend like hell like nothing
Well doctor's say, you gonna hold on by the fucking nuts yeah
tryna feed my people (Aye)
All my smoke be legal (Yea)
Im just riding around in my regal (Yea)
Surrounded by this evil (Yea)
You gotta look out for yo
Niggas
Niggas talking all that shit
I'm Ella Mai-a boo'd up with my chick
We LMAO laughing at you niggas
Yeah
Ye-ye-ye-ye Yeah
Niggas talking
It's the questions (hah) it's the questions yeah
Talking bout the questions, it's the questions y'all
It's the questions (what) it's the questions, dig
he owns Coca Cola bottling
Talking to a black man who he's confused
We looking hella-bougie
Ass all tight and seditty
Recognized him as the mayor
he owns Coca Cola bottling
Talking to a black man who he's confused
We looking hella-bougie
Ass all tight and seditty
Recognized him as the mayor
knew you was jealous from the day that I met you
I upset you, cuz I get respect I bet you
I'm even liked better by your neice and nephew
Now you hate
rapport
No restraint, no remorse, I give thanks to the Source
On a bank by the shore, with a blanket and shorts
Who knew that I would blew up, would make it
walk out a forest
I don't split hairs, I am the tortoise
Steady my race and I steady my pace
Stallion with me, ooh she is gorgeous
I'm talking gorgeous
fist, that system booms
It looks like this when I do what I do
When I'm talking like this then I'm making them move
These alleyways feel like a tomb
These
Doctor looked inside my brain told me I want the bag right now
I ain't got too much to say except I want the bag right now
Niggas is lames
Who finna stop
niggas laying down and y'all ears out here in these streets
I guess you took it literal
Guess the only code you live by's forget-it-code
Uh, if I should
'round to Dr. Dre, 2001
2001 (Nah, nah, nah)
2001 (Nah, nah, nah)
I'm still ridin' 'round to Dr. Dre, 2001
Yeah, aye, look
One, two, three
individuals, age appropriate
The cage is open to all of you animal rappers, I got a old chick
With vintage vagina who look just like Angela Bassett
I got
talking anybody
Who thinks of approaching me with complaining at any party
You fuckers only care bout an image, where's the lyrics
The spirit of Chris
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