Lyrics:
"They killed my baby, oh, God, they killed my baby"
"Order in the court, order in the court"
"I will make you pay for this you murderers"
"Order
're leavin'
Please give me a reason, nothin' could ever change me
I'm missin' my, baby, think I'm goin' crazy
(Why did you leave me?)
You can't leave me by
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
And niggas don't be tripping, don't
Be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fucking green and paper's what I said
Big
on the regular degular baby you know what I do
Stock goin' up I’m as high as the nebular birdies surrounding my view
We be showin' up
They be showin' out
naked
Don't even know what today is
But I'll be good by the weekend (alright, yeah)
I'll be good by the weekend (yeah)
Everythin' good by
needin' you lately
I'm goin' outta my head and all the things that I said
I wish that I never said them now
Aw baby, what you say now?
(You're gonna
is back in action, BIA
JKT is in effect, now they finna see our name
Boys are blessed like presence in a tabernacle, be my flame
Pockets seeing change,
Yeah, some people wonder, you know, well they say: "what have you learned"?
And to your left, your right, your left, your right
It's to your left,
Pac
Hey
What's happenin'
Not motherfuckin' double R, Richie Rich
What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it
Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out
You ain't that shy baby, don't be actin' bashful
Hands all in it like I'm pickin' out a raffle
Roll up, light a candle
Shot after shot, never runnin'
bullshit is goin' down
(Mustard on the beat, ho)
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
You ain't never 'fraid to be by yourself
Say you ain't afraid
for myself
And I ain't find shit
Ah, shit
Why everywhere I go it turn into some shit
Ridin'
She ridin' (where you goin')
Went searching for myself
unconditionally
You're never gonna let me go baby
Promise I will be by your side
I'll be everything you need to get by
What I broke you know we finally mend
I tell the 'Gram I'm goin' crazy
Aye baby now you want the truth
Well I'm beginning from the roof
Question after question after fuckin' question
Girl
and you don't need to sleep
Don't be slacking homie
Grab me by the proof so I don't miss a beat
Baby, so tonight I'm gon' be
Riding on your, riding on your
ride, in my Cadillac (Cadillac)
Tilt yo seat back
And everything'll be coo (yeah) side girl (yeah)
Alright (ooh)
So what you wan' do (we goin' kick it
Murphy's Law
Generation X—will I ever be your ex?
Flaws of a baby step', mauled by the mouth a bit
Pause, put me under stress, crawled under rocks,
things out
Like I feel like
I'm by myself
Yo
Just call me back
Yo
What the fuck
Like
Look
It's crazy
How it go
From I love you
To what the fuck (What
like a tough crowd
("Boo", crowd) get you crushed now (Now)
Act a fool 'cause I'm dumbed down (Down)
Goin' dumb now (Now)
What it do? I'm just one child
dividends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Ma$e you got some hoes, well, nigga, send 'em in
What you waiting for? Let
dividends be the new Benjamins (uh-huh)
Hoes of all complexions, I like cinnamon
Ma$e you got some hoes, well, nigga, send 'em in
What you waiting for? Let
because she on ya ride
That don't mean she ya ride-or-die
Your worst enemy could be right by your side (hah)
But I'm goin' up
Baby you ain't never
in your clique, I'm bawlin' wit'cha trick
Golden rocks fallin' off my neck and wrists
When I breeze by, you be groovin' in the midst
Of my cycle,
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