Lyrics:
a light
And it comes right down and
It lands on the ground
And out comes the man from mars
And you try to run but he’s got a gun
And he shoots you dead
it ain’t shit
It shouldn’t be shit for us to come out here and appreciate the little bit of life we got left, dog
On the dead homies, Charlie P, you
These hills got a hell of a view
Man I got the walls painted blue
Yeah man and I saw satan too
I ball break and brew
My dogs got a clue
I walk
y'all, there was money on the table with the bricks
I was walkin' to the bathroom to take a shit
Then I heard my dogs barkin', there's some noise by
every fuckin' thing off
Everything, except his tank top and his training bra
Ain't he raw? Yeah maniac, that's Shady, dog
Man, that motherfucker's
hotter than June
Any nigga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man 'Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin' switches to the Spring Break,
how to figure out
What I was figurin' out, you figure it out
Got a trigger man with an extra hand
My bitches sleep by my bitch's house
So every
Hey, man
These fuckin' guys scream all of this shit, huh?
They want us to go out and come back in
And start this fuckin' shit all over again,
craft I go berserk now
She just wanna ride my wave I told her you can't work by
Dog in a house you can't ride it
Run around town bad bitch she gun find it
head
Before I put a bullet
Through ya bloodclot dreads
These niggas ain't made of the
Same shit I’m made of
I dump a clip for my man if he need a favour
Uh, uh, Baseball Tonight
You know what I mean?
I watch sports, dog
That's basically, that's what I'm tryna say, I watch sports, man
That's what I'm
on a Internet blog
In a minute, he gon' be admitting that he love her on his mother
Man, he want to meet her mother by tomorrow
Mona Lisa
Pussy good enough,
want
Man these motherfuckers want me drop dead I'm sad now
My conscience telling me I ain't dead I'm back now
I been to long in the coffin time to get
nigga, we both walk the dog
We ain't get to where we at by luck, shit was hard (aight?)
But once we got through the trials it's all smiles
'Til a bitch
Takes another dog to be able to hear my silent screams
The devil got a hold on me and he won't let go
I can feel the lord pullin' but he movin' dead
my plans
That a lot of my mans is not
Seein' through the fog
Families by the truck loads
Fleein' to the morgue
Full moon, aaaooooo,
longer a man, I've ascended
Put the enemy on the defensive
I'm like a number one draft pick, I was chosen by God, selected
I am His prized possession
So I
twenties like a billion where I'm from
An arrogant drug dealer the legend I've become
CNN said I'd be dead by twenty one
Blackjack I just pulled in Aces
can’t be guaranteed, gotta watch them by yourself
With my blood, I don’t ever trust another man
Let them call you paranoid, but it’s better than being
Homicide ice, homicide life
Homicide your kids and you motherfucker wife, Catch up.
Imma rich man sparking, a rich man coughin
Dead man walkin, dead
RIP my babies nigga
Whole lotta dog shit on us, these niggas can't fuck with us man
Ayy, huh
Ten racks on me, thick bitch with me
Four-nick on me,
like a head band
Headband
You know I keep a pocket full of dead man's
Dead friends
You say you sent the hit why I ain't dead then
Ohhhhhhhhhhh
Wild child
minds wanna bleed me dry
See me dead
It's open season on an open mind
It's hatred and violence
Sold by design
Aim for the head bullet through spine
Leave
freak hoes
Niggas be cappin on they dead mans that’s shit I condone
Don’t do no drive by’s we hopping out and splitting niggas domes
Shooting from
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