Lyrics:
the ace...l had won her
My heart it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was sweet
He opened the door
the ace...l had won her
My heart it was down at my feet
Jumped up to my throat in a hurry
Like a young summer's day she was sweet
He opened the door
Shits all fucked up
This shit gets deep
6 feet deep
Life is straight, strugglin', this shit strifin'
Just try to make a meal ticket
I never
get off your seat and rock to the beat
To the beat stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp your feet
To the Bomme, Bomme, Bomme, Bommerlunder beat
So check it out
probably me
I remember December middle of a bitter winter
Ass on the trunk feet swinging by the fender
Arguing with you in the freezing cold
I was wrong you
Showed by the job, bringing some to eat|And when she get off, I'm a rub her feet|I let her pick what she want, when we watch TV|She treat me like
see today
Rolling so hard off this molly I think I'm on three today
Don't step on my shoe you'll get shot in the feet today
You can't hang with us
I'm
day by day, get your bread, figure the rest out
I remember way back when, when we were hella stressed out
Now I've got my feet up and my legs are
we knew we were on our first date at the canyon
We took off on a run down the hill our feet felt like dancing
We stayed side by side I felt my love
understand the plan and the Blueprint
They tell us to wear it as long as the shoe fits, but I'm about to lose it
The shoe is three sizes too small for my feet
people make me numb
Grown up so pleasure can only be bought
One, two, three and four I just take this shit and blow it up
Be-bop get you on your feet but
everyday I ride
Everyday of the year, right by your side
Better believe, I'm keeping your name alive
And that's on the click
Even though, my pain might
you better bet that I'm
Bein deader than dead
Your in the after life staring at your torso
From your beheaded head
Your fucking bugging cause
You
from fingers, man who are you? Vanilla
Ice — I'm Suge Knight, hang em off the balcony with ya
Since I deserve scrilla, I learned to flip birds quicker
A young man
Lies dying in his bed
For the want of a three dollar pill
But the drug companies
Say he's better off dead
If he can't pay their outrageous bills
Bizzy
But they downed me on it, and they kept the bag for three days
I stood at the front door, right at the airport
Better believe I'ma get my trees
I
think
That y'all wanna go where I'll take you
Straight to the shittiest
City on a map
Where you was probably better off
Shootin yourself for we
at twenty-three
Timeless with the old jewels
A Key opens the nina threw a lob
Now I got my money up
This bitches wanna slob
Trap A Hardo living by my name
This
time and I will devine anyone
That'll wana go showin off a gun when you never done redrum
Ready boy you better be if you ever want to get ahead of me
I
Just my fucking self, I'm not sorry
I will never be another carbon copy
You can hear me a mile off with my own individual style
Why would I want to be
window when I go to sleep
Want a better life for me and the whole team
I don't wanna push tree by the OZ
Go around the city ask people know me
Bitch,
rivals wrapped up
In this life of bangin' got me homicidal
Better check my vital signs
Since I'm livin half dead violent thoughts
Got my brain washed,
baddest beats
And bashed up a lotta MC's to find my seat
So cover your chest, protect your head
If a rhyme catches your mind sleep, you fall dead
I kick it
finally see the bright side of the moon
Honestly I gamble with my life so much I should be dead
Walking to find my end
Telling me where better off as two
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