Lyrics:
Wicked, wicked now it's on
I murder your whole city
Nigga like frank nitty's hideous insidious
Niggas betta give me respect when I flex
Comin' tech
doctor
And if me and Ren's on the mike it's like propaganda, no doubt
"Boy you should've known by now" ..
Compton's in the house
Yeah, it's time to put
roll 'til we die
All ya niggas ain't nothin' but a bust
One by one this one with that motherfucker got choices
I just wanna get it, dope, no focus
What,
the q the r the s the t the you the v
W, x, y, z, it's bullshit to me
Rhyme to the rhythm of a or should I give a brother time
And move on, you
joke
'Cause we down to go for motherfuckin broke
So watch out for the niggas in the khakis
The UGK posse backs me, so don't jack G
Because the dicks hang
they're paid to be Ruthless, this is why I do this
I don't give a fuck about fame
I rather deal wit a number than a motherfucking name (word)
Get me paid
down by the G
Grab a lighter to the burn the tree
And become one with the leaf
When I chief (when I chief)
It gives me relief (it gives me relief baby)
Bitch I don't play for no Mavericks
You need to think who gon' pay for your casket
Ignorant bastard
But I'm still conscious enough to give hope
to your secular mind coming by
Trying not to think of you
'Cause I'm still blind
And I don't deserve one song
(And now I'm caught up in the wrong)
Made me
my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', Go Vanilla Go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why
my concepts go
My posse's to the side yellin', go Vanilla go!
Smooth 'cause that's the way I will be
And if you don't give a damn, then
Why
paint, walk the plank
Fuck the bass smokin' hay
Me, I ain't no joke
And then some more dope then you'd ever know
E-I-L-O, hello
When I'm all by myself
Loc, no joke, no!
Let me see you wave yo' hands in da' air!
And wave em' like you just don't care!
Let me, hear ye say loc is the man
Loc is the man it's
stay a loner
I was born by myself
I don't need a posse, I get it on by myself
Adversaries get shelved
Knock knock, it's Knuckles the blow thrower
harder to play me
Than to fiddle backwards
Don't act like you knew my tactics
Cause when it hit's the fan
You know I stand last
I see through your true
girls who were tryna make a buck
Got done dirty by cops and chasers who don't give a fuck
Remember the fucking face
They tryna undress me, see if I'm
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seek Jesus
Need him he don’t need us no explanation no reason
Just being honest against all odds stuck in shoes and I ran miles
They talking to me they
O.M.B., my brother, bring on the bass
There's dollars to be made and posses to waste
Pass by the hood to pick up the gat
Stop by the studio for the new
always kill, it's always someone that's tryna curse me
I gotta give thanks, I'm blessed, and, yes, I'm completely healthy
And I love when niggas talk
prefer
Your forty-four might do damage
But see my streetsweeper's much worse
My shotguns are cocked
Make sure you're stayin' in line
Me twenty two is no
Lowkey I don’t even trust nobody
Gotta get this money by myself, no posse
Niggas in they feelings put a price on my body
I gotta sleep with an eye
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