Lyrics:
Time to get lit
Time to get lit
Follow me I got that fire I’m lit
I curse the devil don’t pardon my French
Man if threaten my family
You might
flight
Will I see her again in my high
Will we reunite
(Reunite)
(Reunite)
That's for God to decide
Who he puts in life (Life)
Hope she lands by side
when we air it out
I know that she loves me by the way she puts me in her mouth
And I'm Malcolm with the X amount
Ride around town with the shooters
Yea yea
Come here bae tell me ya story
I got your back now don't worry
They told you lies girl I'm sorry
I'll put my ear where your heart beats
You ever
I'm getting put out of my house
I got to pack up, my refrigerator and couch
It's a set up, but the bank wants me out
Or the L.A.P.D. will smoke me
Ayy, let me hear that ho Jeff
This the Intro Part 2
Beat By Jeff
This the 2, been overdue
Bruh, I'm ranked uno
AK with me, new money gang
Kel with
the reflective
Panel and killing
The informant with his job complete
He put on his white mask and fled
The scene by rappelling down the building
Back to the Cicada
the gators
Do me a favor dawg don't do me no favors
I've put undercovers, under covers
Not only that I put guns to mothers
Sons and brothers, aunts, nieces,
stressing' by the tittle
Make a vibe don't wanna tittle When they I'll find the one
When this shit finally brace me Label start to push me
And feel like it's
made his neighborhood love me.
Bullets like birds you can hear them bitches hummin',
Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach.
Niggas know I'm
perfectin’ her arch, no jumper
Told me she protectin’ her heart, so I don’t love her
Takin’ a chance on her by havin’ her phone number
Stick and some bands
I'll do better
But first these words I have to say
It's not that I don't hear you
When you scream and curse my name
It's just that I don't feel you
while these niggas tryin' a stop me
Shout my nigga Doc, that's a mentor
Had some bad business, nothing personal
But now the word out that we back
Yeah
I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no telling what the side effects could be
All these fine bitches equal sex to me
Plus I got this bad bitch laying
to..
YO WHAT UP SCRAM JONES?
Mel-Man what's crackin'?
What's up with all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?
[Ms. Roq]
Nigga WHUT??! I'm
show
Trying to get this after party into motion
So I'mma put the order in for the bottles
Neptune just got the sour from the Towers up in Howard
Told him
not an easy road
And many see the glamour and the glitter so them think a bed of rose, mi say
Who feels it knows, ooh
Lord help me sustain these
When these tragedies happen
Most people don't really care any more
Than they Would about the
Season finale of Friends or The Real World
I was dumbfounded
of these rappers weren't trappin' when I was choppin' the do or die
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my baby momma "won't you
these other rappers weak
Said your talk is really cheap
You ain't never hits streets
You ain't never put in work
Ya' know
You don't want no static
You
a sticky ass pound for ya
Break it down, roll it,
Light it up, Toke it
Get high by myself,
I don’t need no-one to smoke with
But it’s fine and dandy if you
and a curse
My whole city knows my name
You can tell by the way I walk and the way I talk, I'm getting paid
Get out my face, stay in your lane
We don't give
take you of the face of the the earth
Rob you of your wallet or your purse
This lifestyle will put you through the works
Tell me how you gonna make it
snitched all summer
The streets don’t fail me now
They want to put the game in town
From Compton to Congress
It’s set trippin’ all around
Ain’t nothin' new
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