Lyrics:
I respawn in a short time
I get 5 stars for a small crime
Or live with one stock and a chime
Or
I can catch em all like a baller
Or play zombies,
there is no, there's no beef by-products,
Obey the Cowgod!
You! On your knees! You! Get on your knees! Where's those two bone-heads? Get on your
a rubber whenever you get sexual
Women should be thinkin'
All the lives I create
Shouldn’t be left to a mess
Of a stupid mistake
I swear I get mad, whenever
the park
We was voguing by the pier
Paris burning full of Queens
Hit the Village every year
Rollin' now to the rave
Village Voice, six page
I was
Told'er Mom Im tryna make a
Killing Im just getting by
And if I get caught up in the
Act Ima just sit it out
Its hard for me to stop cuz at
First I ain't
a sound
Beats were made by Spicy whose skin color's darker than brown
Free at Mariner's Village was the water which makes suds
Cleaning people houses was my
man can
There lives a wolf in Lindsey
That raids and runs
Through the hills of Hollywood
And the downtown slums
He gets away with murder
man can
There lives a wolf in Lindsey
That raids and runs
Through the hills of Hollywood
And the downtown slums
He gets away with murder
and then My soul
Through them steaming summer Nights my whole body shiver cold
Thinkin should i pop a bean or Should i pop 4
Should i live fast since
could live a different life
Where poverty isn't all up in my sight
This is where the drugs really thrive
Get me out of here, or i'll be dead by the night
Womp womp womp
Everybody like to talk
Talkin shit wit the flock
But be quiet when I pull up
What you see is what you get
Can't live lies thru
And I'll show that little dick, some celebrity ass
Get 'em a brick, I know what style to get them niggas ship brick
Well, fuck, I let 'em live and lick
gown
My flag brown, I still crack (uh)
By my nuts my pill sack (uh)
Five sluts think I'm that (uh)
Started actin' I still rap (uh)
If it gets slow I
since I was 16
Came to my senses
I'm African-American, I'm African
I'm black as the moon
Heritage of a small village
Pardon my residence
Came from
of
Me, who, me
I had to figure it out with no help
I had to put all that doubted behind me
And I had to get this thing all by myself
I know we all trynna
(Get money…
Too fast for the po po’,
Too fast for the po’ po’, Po’ po’)
Too fast for the Po’ po’
You move slow that’s a no no
Get money by
Sitting back, take a swig of this rum
Inspired by the vibrations from the kick of this drum
My mind makes me revisit the slums
I come from where
live by, ways I kiss by
We all murderers in the eyes of all ours
So when I pull a bubble up and back in your car
When I spit sixteen's you gonna wish
Ridin Paseo, not in the day though,
Cherish the day, but then roll out when the day go,
Ridin away yo pain and sorrow,
Live for today cause you might
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up
[Hook]
[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
so you better get, concerned
My challenger, check the calendar
I'm as live as a .45 caliber, Colt
With a silencer, wettin' up, suckers I be
I wonder how the hell a brother lets himself
Get into somethin' he can't out of? (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
A lot of my friends are sick
Product of the slums with
Rich white folks' money
And the police got no love for me
But I'm not scared of nothin'
Mass incarcerate us
Man and then they call
to suns, it's cold outside got my
Shirt like I’m feeling i be smoking chronic
You be smokin' that midget
One by one by one
Like bitches that money I get it
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