Lyrics:
fold it/know jus what tha mode is and u losin focus and they lookin hopeless/runnin off a longshot we was all hot on a small block/ i cannot watch
it's just magazines sprawled out on the floor
Fuck the media, I'm goin' all out, this is war
(Hello darkness, my old friend)
And I don't wanna be
kinda different like polyphones
All similar because they still ain't really full-grown
From LA to Chicago
Paint a picture in your head, call me Picasso
I
at will
Will I kill you
Fly will peel you off the map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Mmm, call it mystic
the most, which it hurt my soul
No matter where I'm at, they know I'm from Chicago
She say she miss me, she ain't have to tell me, I know
I was in the lead,
one thing with Serato (One)
Software like a fresh pothole (It sucked)
Or getting hit by a bull (Ow)
And no MJ, Chicago (MJ)
I said there's a reason
For
come
For all you muh'fuckers, tell me where you gon' run to
One day, that's when it's gon' come
For all you muh'fuckers, tell me where you gon' run
to mass
Try to take it I'm deading it all final flash
Final flash final flash final flash
Bad bitch want fuck and she got some ass
I'm in the cut by myself
I don't even fuck with no noise, yeah
Tell me what you gonna do about it
'Cause I had to go get all the money (yeah)
That girl ain't want me before
to Chicago
Cause that place still got my heart from all the days that it was borrowed
I was sufferin' pain, and now my lifestyle changed
Can you really blame
In the County Tyrone, near the town of Dungannon,
Where many the ructions meself had a hand in.
Bob Williamson lived, a weaver by trade,
And all
the type just blaming the right.
It probably helps you sleep better at night.
But the truth is, ain't nobody coming to save you,
So I'm gonna suggest you
brothers
I cannot be selfish, been saving up
Electric beings made myself energetic
I seen the bump in road 15 miles away
Drove about two more miles till it
the friendships, I ride alone
Destination Death Row, finally found a home
Plus all my homies want to die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto
Is this all life is? Cus I am not happy with the life I live. Show me where I can complain. I've had enough of pain. It's ruining my health so
on wheels, you can tell that I'm so real
Cause I come through with the beard
You think it's weird
But it's all clear by the whole show
The AMC, check it out,
night asked her out she said yes
At that time I thought I had the skills of a vet
Everything great and I showed it to the haters
All their skepticism I
Likes to judge people in many wrong
Ways i felt judged by many people and
That every time that I judged somebody
They always took offense to it
But I
facts for the ruthless
Central Mass samurai, stoned and toothless
False leg, but no false words, I used it
Slum flag wavin', peace to Wolf Packs
Clintel
me a chance"
This is a Range Rover, this not a Lamb'
Usin' a money counter up again
I cannot count it up right with my hands
You know my gun, it
Aye
Dogs on this side
Dogs over on this side, yuh
(Ooh yeah, ooh yeah, ooh yeah)
I think you should face it
Tell me where yo place is
I don't like
a home
Plus all my homies wanna die, call it euthanasia
Dear Lord, look how sick this ghetto made us, sincerely
Yours I'm a thug, the product of a broken
cannot complain, I cannot
I don't even know how much I really made, I forgot, it's a lot
Fuck that, never mind what I got
Nigga don't watch that 'cause
hero
It cannot judge us, or tell us to stay silent, go back from whence we came
For some, equal rights were earned by fighting this rigged game
What if
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