Lyrics:
it clean
Look in the mirror the demon is seen
You've been spotted by inferred beam
Killuminati remember the king
Remember the name killer cocaine
rhymes,say it's weak
But in your mind you're sayin' "wow"
Tell people I'm ugly and I got big lips
But as I walk by your girl
She want to ride king's
pills for the low
That blow for the low
Young nigga you ain't know?
When I ride I roll high
Man and I ain't tellin' no lie
When that shit get in my
Remember them nights use to post at the store
Deep in these streets back to back tryna score
They want some money well I want it more
Ain’t finna
Hahaha uh oh
Brisco the new Cash Money
Believe that! Hahaha
Ugh (yeah, yeah)
I'm from the cocaine era
Packs in my stroller
Two beepers and a flip,
the purest
Numb conclusions so divine
Take it from me or get hit with reality
Blinding deceit turn my back to duality
Obviously in control of my destiny
Surely
laid in the club
When I hit the club
Mon it's time to party
Honey in the back lookin real sexy
Hair nails matching her shoes
Written by: Marlon
keeping me legit ('git!)
When the welfare was over, I be sellin cocaine ('caine!)
I'm out in Las Vegas, takin over bitches' brains (brains!)
Tony Snow
pants, yeah
Bury a million in the sand, by the clock tower
Before I die, take a hot shower
Ride the Harley into the sunset
By chance I seen her in
bystanders get shot by standin
[J] Y'all shoulda ducked when why'all heard the cannon
now you layin deceased
[Both] Niggas'll leave your blood spillin in
the back bitch, the killer of
your dope deal
The killer that left that package and that body in the driveway
Murdered them on a Friday
Scooped up the yea,
like this
{Lil Wayne}
full of that danger in all black like this
and if a nigga want some more then we be back like this, what?
{Lord
dollar
[Juicy J]
Back when I was broke
didnt nobody wanna fuck wit me
hangin wit my nigga D.
Magic in this property
snipers gaurdin niggas
wit them
you want a headache put yo trust in these bitches
Remember these niggas they doubted me
Now I rock Gucc and Chanel know my granny she Prada me
Glock by
to ride
Jungle Brothers' in the house and we're by your side
I know you know how we do that there
Move your body to the side
Put your hands in the air
Prince Martin can't even rap
But he has to rap
Up his men in
Body bags because we killed them
Every last one of them
But they came back with reinforcements
she fast to go
and blow like Curtis
double off in the lex
let me see if she worth it
gettin by so perfect
gettin by so perfect
last year I was mackin
we
[ The E (& DJ Boss) ]
Hey yo Boss
(Yo, what's up?)
OG Style in effect
(For the nineties, baby)
Yo, a lotta those groups out there think that
a Jesuit
Look snazzy in my best suit just to impress you
Come and take a ride inside my mind, I got the best view
My feline is divine she the shit, no
Been like this since I would trap at citgo
Back in Southaven posted up wit a pole
Back bad behaving they don’t know me though
Like a pizza man Imma make
When everyday's the same in your empty town
We need a change of pace and you gotta make it count
We ride the radio waves, so keep the signal strong
on (DJ Ill Will)
Wake up in the morning, got the tool on deck
Check (Check)
Before I hit the door, cock it for an exit
Joke baking soda, olive oil, Arm
will be alright
I got my baby by my side
Let's just ride until the morning
Cuz when I’m with you it gets better
We could do whatever
Rain, shine, any
what you want for Christmas
Ho ho.
I want a slay ride
A cd player
A fifty rum
She said slide down the chimney
In a pool of cum
A VCR
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