Lyrics:
the pack by they border I’m takin them orders my niggaz is paid yeah
Gotta put food on the table because I know all about them hunger pains yeah yeah
I got
own/
Surrounded by fans and im still feeling alone/
When you know its no guarantee that imma make it home/
To ease all the pressure im just staring at my
Breaking bread with my gang, if they want the loaf then I like the crumbs
They gon' need this shit on DVD, BRB
Heard that bitches outside wanna see my teeth,
keeps
Don't be confused by my look
I got something up my sleeve
Ask me if I got it, fuck you mean
I'm surrounded by gorillas, and all you niggaz look like
the biggest bitches to smallest haters
I'm 'bout to serve these niggaz, call 'em waiters
Got my mind right, money right, ready for war
And I got the C4, under
vultures
Sellin' my soul
For material wishes
Fast cars and bitches
Wishin' I live my life a legend
Immortalized in pictures
Why shed tears, save
for riches
Selling your soul no pride in you bitches
But it's all choices nigga
And I am ruled by my ambitions
Real men I stand different
Ooze game my
of ice in it
My three-fifty-seven pretty but ain't nothin nice in it
Too many bitches and not enough rubbers
Got so many of my real niggaz under
to eat niggaz up, beat they ass and e'rything, son.
I'ma prove this shit, right here.
Me and my nigga. what!?
[movie sample]
Violence and punishment
MC dissing
I'm just here to present the rep of my group
We gots flavor, styles by the miles hoes and flows too
I'm tough actin like Tinactin for
on some loose change
This for my Niggaz who chained
I let it hang through the wall, like you framed
Bitch you the one who left, who changed?
Kicks
feet underground
Watch me now
Stop me how?
Y'all niggaz trying to cop my style
I spit nothing but hot ones
And pop guns
Make it hard for niggaz
I'm shut ya block down
Man my niggaz do that shit all the time
If you pull up to my trap house nigga I be movin pak out
My niggaz don't be sellin no
your mail up
It's BRICKS, so y'all hit the fallout shelter
Doc, niggaz, bitches, jump up
Criminals, hustlers, hoes, jump up
[Chorus] - 2X
Here come the remaining beautiful people
And for all of you who survive, we hope you enjoyed the ride
2002 will see some new added features
Such
Y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't want, that
Get caught up in these streets
Get shot up by them heats
y'all don't want, beef
No y'all don't
since i started rappin they dont look at me the same
All you niggas be sum bitches yahl aint really what yahl klaim
I got shooters by my side and they got
the bitches on my dick
You sorry sap sips still hangin' on my shit
Compton is the heart and that's where we all from
The jackin' goin' on in the hood and in
, smooth like Tom Cat and ?Masusso?
Games for pro leading parties with bitches and a sex Coupes
Who spittin' game, all without the eye contact
fold
Them bitches took my brother
I cant get em back
Drill em with this mac
Until his ceiling crack
You feeling that
GOD done drug me
Through some
the arch in my eye bra
But I ain't got no pitchfork
I stick niggaz with this sawed-off
Clear your porch
Hit the floor, duck behind your couch
If I don't
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
someone in my house, there's someone in my house
[911 dispatch]
Can you please run by your address for me
[woman]
151 Shenedoah, Shenendoah
[Trae]
[Z-Ro]
I wish I could have my loved ones back
Cause I'd love to have my loved ones back (if only for one niiiight)
[Trae]
We don't have to feel
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