Lyrics:
dissin' a
Unofficial that smoke Woolie Thai
I dropped out of Cooley High, gassed up by a cokehead cutie pie
Jungle survivor, fuck who's the live-r
My
a diamond feel
Fire on me nigga, this is not a fire drill
Real trap nigga, live like I'm triple platinum
Marble the floors and put gold on my cabinets
My
grill,
But still, I can't do this alone,
My crew's line, so I slip two dimes into the pay phone. . .
OPIO:
I'll stay home, get some rest, call my girl
jacks pot to fill in my crates
We laid back chillin' and feelin' the music relates
We on the, to the two hangin' with my crew
Bullshittin' while we
sacrifice kids to Gods
Like Anakin Skywalk
When he still had a real leg to stand on, uh!
This is my Dim Sum
Looky looky
Someone call my bookie
I'm putting
by Wolves Season two
I saved it just for you
Don't worry, if you watched it already it's cool
I won't be upset
But I bet you miss me being able
(Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco)
(Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco)
(Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco)
(Huh?)
Wanna live this Outsida business
Blunt splitters, all
This is my life and many come and go like one night stands
I treat live jams like a sermons and in my mic hand
A holy get them with ya bless ya
Shit you
from a lover
Beside my brother
S-see-O-T
I just laughed
'Cause no one can defeat me
This selection number two
Is "My Philosophy"
Number one
like Rolento
Did you win if your purpose is just perfect potential?
Did you live up to it, is you just doin' the minimum?
Used to get fifty views, now
on the weekends
Only text back when ya creepin'
I ain't a fool
This game is for 2
We had the time of our lives
Not counting the minutes
Or hours
Rose petals die
my heat first, he pull out his heat last
Now who the fuck you think is living to this day?
I'm tryna tell these young niggas crime don't pay
They
to run it
Jump and overcome it
Blossom into something
Bottom bettered
Done it
When lives is lost
RIPs ensue
The vigils are held
And the families mourn
In
shit
Yeah, yeah, shorty wan suck on my dick
Oh, oh, this ain't no jig, is a trick
Shit, shit, by the way I'm slinging this brick
Codeine straight to my
the bliss
This is for the niggas, quick to slaughter
Resumes held by the D.A.'s, the ballers
(Chorus: Ice-T)
Rock your hammers back cussers that's the way
to me, nigga, you mad at me
This ain't what I want, man, this what it had to be
This is that late night workin' after three, man
This is why my old girl
And ain't nothin' or no one
That can fuck with
This shit that I spit
Written by Damman and VanLith
AKA The J-Dub Corporation
Got the B-town getting
Down like
a few graves
I hit the club and pop a few Spades
I'm gettin' pussy like Uncle Luke in
His 2 Live Crew days
She can't suck this dick again
If she ain't
Subconscious the 2nd saga.
I come from the Blood courts and the Broken bridge.
I know what it is. (That's Right) It's like 96 with the Blizz (Yeah)
change from plane 2 sea
Thats my destiny
VERSE
Imma N E R D 4 Lyfe
I don't care bout this world And all it's strife
The only way I know how to live it
right)
Yeah
And and this one is goin out to my man 2Pacalypse
Cause we been all around the world
And it's still the same song
(Do my thing)
to get it on a flic
By that time this will be a remix
Yeah
Round and round here we go
Spray the ground barrels unload
I pray the lord my soul to hold
Every
two
Livin down the street where BIG got shot
I hunt you
And the very next day where Pac met his fate
It's how we live our life, surrounded by Che
Pause
Intro
The number one set and sound...live! Ghetto Music. Produced by
KRS One.
Widdy bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Widdy bye bye bye bye
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