Lyrics:
that what they're still yellin'?
Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun, you know what I'm sayin', Ren? (Yeah)
So I guess I'll die by that
don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed
Chorus(2X)
don't hustle then mama don't eat
I live my life with some thugs I run with killers and G's
tech-nine and Oz's gone off hennessy and weed
Chorus(2X)
of one-nine-eight-eight
L.A. Unified School M A H
A gangbanger from the streets taught me how to break
In South Central L.A., ay yo, can you relate?
I'm Chali 2na
The one
Lyrics:
1. Lookout folks there’s a big new game
For damned Republicans who know no shame
All the world’s troubles are caused by Libs
Says Fox News
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
love me
[Young Buck]
I'm in the candy-painted Range, Cardier frame
Six-by-nines playin so I can hear e'ry thang
Heavy on the gas homie, hoggin up two
Live from 2-1-2 still rep the 9-1-4
Shoot I don't pay dues no more I collect...
Sallie Mae flow,
You don't get schooled until I say so this is what
the bad vibes
Shoot you nine times just in case you got cat lives
My punchlines give you black eyes
Like like, go kill yourself Seven Pounds
I’ve been
up!
(Live Hip Hop
Live) Ain't got nothing to do with Old School
(Live Hip Hop, Live) New School, Dirty South
(Give Hip Hop, Give) West Coast, East
by the CL Smooth
Live for the '95 I arrive in person
Hard dialogue without a whole
Bunch of cursing
It's my prerogative, so back up and live
Fool
by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys (okay)
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies (okay)
Donut dunkin', bitch, I ride glazed
by my banana, dumpin' and punkin' monkeys (okay)
Don't nobody live with my mom but a bunch of junkies (okay)
Donut dunkin', bitch, I ride glazed
die Szene in Flammen aufgehen wie das Hellgate
Das Original, eure Spotify-Charts klingen wie'n Schlagermusik-Hitmedley
Ra-ta-ta-ta, bis all den
what there still yellin'
Nigga G to a T saggin' and bailin'
Live by the gun you know what I'm sayin' Ren
"Yea"
So I guess I'll die by that muthaphukka
original
True colors step from the melanin
The most high, most try, to get close by
And overthrow I, but choke
With they hopes up high
I circulate
had shit
Niggas savage
You get the picture
Niggas real live live and die by the glizzy glock nine trigger
I'd be lyin if I said the system down for
to the floor
I'm routin' down South, for my aim it to score
Eight cylinder, screamin' 'Fuck the law!'
Got a tank full of gas, trunk full of cash
Hammies
drink Nuh codeine mi doh lean
Tell dah big batty gyal Deh fi roll een
Hey Jodene
Me fi have yuh lock, not di ting weh kip di door een
Mi F yuh 9 times,
homie toothless
Live from deathrow this is a lyrical execution
I should be El Presidente Hillary Trump Obama
I'm c-fourin' tracks man I'm destined to get
right
Feeling right, I'm on cloud nine
I miss your cocoa butter scent, baby what it is
You live in my heart but I ain't charging you for rent
I say
but I got baptized
My nine lies next to my thigh so I got nine lives
I might convert to Islam cuz I need nine wives
Apologize my rhymes sometimes they
with no connections
I run it in perfection, protection be the Tec-9 fully
Kick rocks or get popped by the bully
The Aftermath terror begins soon as I
Rhymes brolic I send rappers to college principal I live by is remain solid
You can find me in the south eating collards
If she down I ain't turning
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