Lyrics:
good things could go wrong because of a little frontin' (what?)
Express yourselves, be who you are
Mh-mh-mh, you're a shining star
You don't even know
the California sunshine
[Chorus]
I'm in my drop top Phantom, down Wilshire boulevard,
We can't find Biggies killers so we gave Diddy a star,
And I'm by
ambition
Past the streets we see past the image
Cause you're the last friend by the
Grave of the prison hall
And you're the first friend to tell
'em to be
the hate
Got 5 star rates
Because we're greats in the making no time to wait
Yeah
Another legend in the making
We stacking up some bread cause it is for
you've done
If you're me and you're you and I'm you and you're me, ah
Dark cherry demons
Sing me a lullaby as we fade, dark star matter at the Ice Capades
please, people know what you're looking at
'Cause it all looks glamorous
When you're to new to it
Rap star
All star
Superstar
Man you lookin like a half
You're fucked, little friend, a voice in your head
Looks who appeared
A killer with beard
So patchy reminds me of albums you did
A grand puppeteer
the pocket, deliver shots like Brett Favre
Go toe to toe with me, I'll show you the next star
I'll enough just come and cut a few heads off
Not a killer, I
destination to L.A
Where all begins and ends
This is how all started out
But it's already done by now
I wish we became just friends
If I'd go back and star
of a murderer, lookin' in the eyes of a killer
Anti-social cunt, who cuts family ties with a scissor
The mortem you post is the fuckin' demise I deliver
This is
of a murderer, lookin' in the eyes of a killer
Anti-social cunt, who cuts family ties with a scissor
The mortem you post is the fuckin' demise I deliver
This is
of a murderer, lookin' in the eyes of a killer
Anti-social cunt, who cuts family ties with a scissor
The mortem you post is the fuckin' demise I deliver
This is
maintain, you know? Holla! (yeah)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
The streets is a mother fucker, and I done said it before
Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
Will jump a n**** like a chessboard
Do a drive by while you're riding on your skateboard
They ain't even know it
Have Drake sing a song just to get her
you 'bout to get this shit over-the-counter? You're not
Ain't no prescription for this shit, you can't just dial up the doc'
My nigga wicked with
to platinum cars, my click is that large
To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks
who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars
Yo,
when you take control
I can feel wild horses running in my soul.
All my love, you're all I see
The stars, the sun, the energy,
The way you move,
a star and you're blinding me too
You're falling from heaven
Point your finger at the easiest to blame
Material pleasure
Psycho killer climbing up
Star thriller
Bavarian thought thriller
Natural born killer
Who's the next victim to witness the wrath
Of the shogun, flame-smokin MC's in my path
Drop
light, I'm dead right
Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?
They say "you don't know what you're doing till you stop doing it"
Well call me
ones You took away her youth
You took away her life
She was not yet a wife
A shining star full of brightness
Has been shot down in the darkness
White
probably the last 16 that you're ever gonna see from me
Now welcome to my tape, y'all give me life just by pressing play man
Now welcome to my tape, y'all
I like my Chevy seen high, when I ride by
24 inches got me all up in the sky
I'm a rider, a rider
Lil' mama, I'm a rider, a rider
And you can tell by
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