Lyrics:
Men lie, women lie, dogs don't lie
When they fuck, all they know is doggy style
Boys lie, girls lie, everybody lie
What the fuck? Who to trust?
changed dude
They don't make'em
Like us
I been feeling like and alien
Like a native of the way beyond
They been tryna bring me down to earth
But I keep
East Side is the motherfuckin' place, known as home
Doggy Dogg with my bone in my hand, twenty grand and
Some of you don't know about the G thang,
knew I was trouble/ muscles don't mean shit/ when the Glock spit/ friends with death/ you can catch me with the reaper/ smoking gas or Reggie/ sing you
shorty like
I don't know what it is I want from you
Kick rocks
Waste of space
I'm done with you
Patience is gone
Where did all go wrong
Niggas calling me
the sound, check out the sound
(Jam on it)
And don't ya hear the sound
Jam-On is gettin' down
(Jam on it)
Allow me to introduce myself, my name is
the forefront
Pumped like a 12 gauge, fired like an uzi
Semi automatic a habit that didn't choose me
Don't lose me, I finally bloomed
I got a big bad boom bap
and let me get you high
See you looking for a reason to be mad, but I don't know why
Keep it real you been salty all day and you can't even lie
'Cause
Suckers in all they new
Ways, different chapter, a new page
You fake if you don't speak to me
Real soon as you wave, I get it
Favorite singer, favorite
to me
And let me rock you like the sea
I'll show you who you want to be
Cuz this race the Grand Prix
And I got the trophy
So don't you dare provoke me
touch ass
Eight girls on me every day
Are you out yo' mind? (Out yo' mind)
Bitch, I ain't lyin'
I ain't got nothin' to lie about (Yes)
Bitch, I don't cash
to rap on a wack jazz track for one G
How dare you try to insult me?
I got 40 grand for three minutes to write a song with Prodigy
Other crews don't get
ill in a sec
Nine mil' on your neck blood
Spill is still in effect
Constantly comittin' grand larceny
Arsony, niggas don't want no parts of me!
Never
ya quicker
Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor
Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks-es
It's natural to eat you
Niggas like chocolates
law
We losing our leaders
Biodegradable coffins
All by the railroad tracks
They planning on leaving us
For dead
Not like leaving us like
On Earth
hazel and a grandma tilly
Grand royalprez and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of November
I do the patty duke in case you don't
hazel and a grandma tilly
Grand royalprez and I'm also a member
Born on the cusp in the month of November
I do the patty duke in case you don't
drop yet
Who be fuckin' with these DJ's? That's right I do
He tried to say what's up to Felli Fel and he walked right by you
Ya battle raps are garbage,
the sentence like butter knives
Occam's razor gave me peace of mind
My only original alibi
Thus was foretold
By the Grand Talismans of old
Mercenary, M, 13th in
On the Road to Hell there was a railroad track (mm)
Oh, come on!
There was a train comin' up from way down below (mm)
That was not six months!
On the road to hell there was a railroad track
Aw, come on!
And a train coming up from way down below
That was not six months!
Better go
I'm under pressure the stress will have me drinkin
thinkin niggaz after me much too paranoid to blink
Wonder why the police don't want to see me
I see say you know me
I pour a metaphor of lsd
I don't know what y'all thinkin' about
But if you know like I know
You better strap on your
don't lemme catcha
I fuck around and wetcha
Try to dirty mack me out
Try to take food out my kids mouth
You're lucky that my people are stronger
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