Lyrics:
knotted in the front like 2Pac alive
Walkin out the courthouse spittin on the camera guy
I bang (Thug Life), but this ain't Death Row
This some gangster
runnin' through their veins
Silk shirts, leather suits, hair always fresh
Eelskin boots, large hearts, though their sizes vary
Bankrolls that take 2
weight for sale
Strawberries and blueberries all on a *** tail
I'm on bail, bet not 'nare *** tell
Bet not 'nare *** tell, yeah
I'm on a two million
Mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious
Runnin through Glenwood PJ's, as a young buck
I didn't dance that fresh, I burnt ants to death
Taste me you will
I'ma speak the truth until my heart stops
My lyrics running all you cowards out of hip-hop
Now let the beat knock
And if I die by a slug, the death
anxiety
Has got me biting my nails
And ripping the skin on the tip of my fingers off
I get writers block for two whole days
My mind is blank like a fresh
just missed me
Here’s go roley kinda iffy (say yes)
But they got bottles for two fifty
Leaving out that bitch all pissy
Fresh trunk load on the wristy
Dum-diggy, bump Biggie
'Til the landlady holler, get a haircut, hippie
The death knell generator entertain a fresh kill
Breath quelled dressed
Grillz)
Fuck with me, baby (haan)
Life is hard, tell death to take it easy
(DJ Drama) Montana
Check the penthouse, word to Dyckman, you ain't see
me I be stunning that’s fresh to the death
Yh thеy talking to the top of their mouth
Like who thеy think they scaring we ain’t yapping it out
When I
I will never back down, no way
Fresh to death, no decay
On ahead, not on delay
How it moving, Andale
Figured out don't be late
Figured out can't
Scared to death
By this race I've run
All that's left, is everything I want
And I'm slowly losing my time
Quickly taken back from me
Seems my friends
had the mack in the vest
The way he moving might be dressed
He made two rights nigga move left
Standing by the incinerator
Thank God he your
I do what I do
I need everything by the twos
And I used to push the coup
But it didn't have much room
Cha boi had a scooter too
And it used togo zoom
bite my shoes
I be chillin' by myself, that's who I talk to Baby, that's a nice smile, but without you
I can't pop one, no, I gotta pop two In my zone,
Yeah, yeah hold up
Kd2 shit
(Hit-Boy)
Ayy, hold up, c'mon, whoa
Right back at this
Right back
Right back, hold up, whoa
High on life
Drunk
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
millions to
Just fall in hand
Open my palms, barely getting fresh air
Scrabbling like my body allergic
To getting fresh gear
Six from the brown bag burning
a emma coronel came with a boss
Outfit fresh to death came on a corpse
Niggas aint come from the jungle cant say that its torture
Minute they throw me some
the fresh in the flesh
Step to contest
They just player hate from the bench
Painless death
Stainless steel
Aim for your head or your neck or your chest
Slay
ya bitch or she'll be in tha six
A huh huh huh huh
[Chorus: x2]
I'm fresh ta death
I'm rockin' the vest
I'm strapped movin' round with tha
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
Return from mega-death, I'll tell you what's left
Dilemma, Earth tremor, up by man
With the Grand Canyon rap, you dynamic wingspan
The Power from
like I was Dizzy Gillespie
I'm crazy, you can't phase me
I'm the S, oh, yes, I'm fresh, I don't fuck with the stress
I'm all about the chronic,
.jpg/213px-Chamillionaire_and_Michael_Arrington_(cropped).jpg "Chamillionaire")
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