Lyrics:
Mercedes
U know I brought out the Benz
Drug Traffic turned Boyz to Men
Uleyssus S. Grant. 50 Bills All Pink,
Blue Face Benjamins
X2
Verse #1:
Boy U ain’t
there's a Heaven you would think they'd let ya speak to your son
Maybe she has in the form of a baby's laugh
I heard passing by in a stroller, remindin'
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
fire
And take us higher and higher
By leaps and bounds we advancing,
We edit DNA, and build immense colliders
We open up new
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
starting all over again - a second chance
We'll even build a railway and tunnel to the coast
Go there for our holidays
Nothing can stop men like us
I've made
marbles nigga
But I got two sides
Damn it feels good to be back in the Yea Area I mean the Westside
With these motherfuckin West Coast Bad Boyz
shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up
Stedy smokin bluntz an' fuckin wit da same cunt
But it's time 2 make a change
So i rock up my rhymes like krack kokane
I'm in da game
Much luv 2 my
all
It will one day make sense
'Til then let's enjoy
'Til then let's enjoy
'Til then let's enjoy? (Let us, let us, let us, let us, let us)
There is much
shit, there's no gimmiks,
Suave House, an the 504 Boyz courtesy of No Limit, hit em up.
Verse 2-(Buk)
Get down, feel the ground, shake 'em up
make their graves
Placed there by messengers
Angels and sirens
Very important people
VIP rooms smell of piss and potential
The ecstasy of chance flickers
the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
crisis that I'm in
Don't chime in
Front block like a line men
No longer co-sign it
Album two, you'll get what that line meant
Clearing shit up just like my
the end my friend, you build this cage by your own
It's up to you, to take the key and set yourself free
I will give you my hand,
I pull you out of the mud
on two FN's, both blue n blacc dem bitches twins
i pray err day before i sin, so when i see the opps hollows will spin
cruisin by your wake wit a big ass
that I'd flash the nine?
And walk off with your shit like it's mine?
I'ma keep sticking niggas until I'm living
I'll rob Boyz II Men like I'm Michael
(Child)
But I'll run down (Down)
On your crew and get buck wild (Crew, wild)
So what's up now? (Now?)
Came to bring pain and assist you in dyin'
There's
help'em grow there lettuce
i'm trying to be an example so they'll accept it / edit
anything not like Christ I think life will regret it/
I know my enemies
I get my pocket tapped Goodz
Ya Grape is in the street 'cause
Like Suge my pockets fat Goodz
Ya squad not strapped Goodz
Them guys by ya side will
between black men and women about roles
But, I thought the point was to build up our babies to sustain two parent homes?
Because a union will always beat
a beat
Never let shit slide 'cause they
Might think somethin' sweet
Nigga, it's July
Shots get hot like summer heat
When I pop up, niggas turn vegan
They
the same person
I was Onika but I knew how to
Switch it up and have an
Intelligent conversation with one
Group of people
Get a job, ace the interview
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