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friend, my hero, was killed by a drunk driver in
a head-on collision. He died instantly.
I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral.
My agony was so
Where she was met by red and blue lights
cnd still cops rush her
With eyes owl eyes in the background
Now he's leading her through the gaze
cnd she's
The sun don't shine and the guns don't sleep
Wake a nigga ass up like he got somewhere to be
Yeah (ya dig?)
Ha, ayy (and let the world know), and by
mindset
He fails to act when he gets his cue
And he fails to pay when his bills are due
And he doesn't really know what else to do
And so he stays a lonely
album back, I did y'all hoes a favor (Notorious)
She did you a favor, c'mon now
We are, we are
No, No, No, Notorious (what's his name?)
He is, he is
And you're worried about him? Because of a mistake he made
Him? This guy
I'm sorry, but in 700,000 years I've never seen anything quite like this
Not since
Kodak Black, Kill Bill
Yeah I kill for the bill, steal for the bill
Yeah it get real for the bill
I was riding for these niggas 'fore they rode
I hope my legendary style of rap lives on
A-fixed to the earth like my feet they got cleats on
Moving backwards never, that was never the plan
of the news, but it's still in my head
Charles Stewart still lives even though the sucker's dead
I'ma speak upon it
He is trying to wipe, you, out
Trying
They know that I'm lit but they still tryna fight it
Cooking like a scientist I'm on my Bill Nye shit
Selling all this music like some boof, I'm
T.V. runnin? dawg while I ain't here
I ain't gotta worry bout da bills cus da money dere
I'm trynna live like da rich folks up in here
I'm sick of this
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
done told you niggas
Nine albums, stop fucking with me
I done told you niggas
The 9 on me, stop fucking with me
You niggas must got nine lives
9th
(okay)
To his album we ride we so mob (okay, yeah)
I throw lives and lowest to live
For my loaf of bread the people's player
I did what the culture
I don't wanna be famous
I don't wanna be famous
I don't wanna be famous
I don't think I could live like a king
Having all the money to buy
a glizzy at value pawn
I wrote you a album he wrote you a poem
Niggas can't compare to what I am on
Super gremlin and it's written in stone
Stop hitting my
the greatness of success
I've been depressed
I live with it
Comin' back and I feel with it
What's an album? I'm done with it
Just afraid to see it fly by
Think
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
never felt alive
But how can I quit when these bills won't go away
And these Amscot advances gotta end up getting paid
It's funny how a sure thing can
kids to raise and bills to pay when shit ain't looking good
Got lives to save, got mouths to feed, its bigger than the hood
I will succeed, by any means
[Dr. Dre]
Hey, hey, Snoop, what up? This your nigga, Dre
Hey, man, I was thinkin' I ain't said shit on your whole motherfuckin' album
So check it
down the microphone, son, surrender, forfeit
Did I hear something 'bout a crew? What they wanna do?
You better call Mr. Babyface so he can bring out
on this album if my man's and them rise
[Method Man]
Now speed it up, uh
[Chorus 2X: Run]
Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
Now wanna make ya go live
on my love
She blew him a kiss and she hollered "Bravo"!
As he hung by his nose up above!
He floats thro' the air with the greatest of ease
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