Lyrics:
rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get
rappin' with Dre
So of course I got a track to bring it back to your face
The one kid that would've been Aftermath that got away
But we still get
it,
You got it I'll come and get it,
Count it up if its real,
What's a hater,
Player fuck how they feel.
I'm kinda mean so I,
blow on that green,
Help
demons cause
I'm heaven sent (wait)
And don't compare me
I'm just here to even odds
If I performed in a prison
Bet I'd really raise the bars
Wonder why I
a spider
Got the heart of a lion; xenotransplantation
I put up numbers like superscripts in mathematics
And my bars trigger endothermic reactions
Coz I got
the
Instruments or get someone to play
It if I can't and the one
Time I sample for this album, it gets
Rejected, right before I have to turn
The album in i got
and something to prove
What do I do livin Thug Life nigga stay true
I wonder when they kill me
Is there a Heaven for a real G
Lord forgive me if you feel me
their sons are gunned down by police- for no reason
Living in a cold house with no heat
CPS- creeping on the scene, they wonder if I eat- I didn’t eat
okay
I gotta hit the spot looking fly
I wanna watch the OG thugs roll by
Find a little venom and gettin' 'em low cut
Not too much, just enough to wake
the life that we lead
And if I die, I got some TRU niggas comin' with me
Muthafuckas (Uggggh)
[Chorus--Master P x4]
Haha, no time tah shed no muthafuckin'
of my t.v. screen.
24-7, You wait for me.
Entertaining angels
By the time I fall to my knees.
Host of heaven, sing over me.
Entertaining angels
a player so I guess I'll play the part
A ghetto love is the law that we live by
Day by day I wonder why she had to pass me by
I reminisce over my ghetto
cheese
Heard I'm outchea splurging out
Heard The Jarl ain't got no doubts (Nigga how you heard)
Heard it by the word of mouth
I been living what I'm bout
The reason to die, united with the King in the sky
This life is passing us by, I got no reason to lie
You'll never give the world enough, they'll hunger for
off
By the realest MC, and that's me
Joe Crack the Don, I came from the streets
Knee deep in the game, other half in the streets
I got that permit
my time
I have to stick by her, too, while I'm serving her time
It's kind of romantic if you think about it, Rand
A man can't testify against his wife
the niggas round me
'cause these niggas move loose (Phew)
Wonder why they call me Grimeyy? Bitch
'cause I'm a loose screw (Grimeyy)
Ayy, I heard the goofies
possessed by evil djinn
Police state under pad locks and metal glocks
Where the fiends dream of rocks the size of ghetto blocks
And thugs got a tendency
change of heart
Cash points and cannabis
You cocaine snort, if you think I got caught
I'm kicking like a stallion
I lived in a yard where my mummy
Daddy's long gone and he left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want 'em (left you all by yourself)
'Cause I think we can
[Kardinal Offishall]
Back at your ass in full flash
Come to mash every last class of (emcee)
Pass the baton when I get on
And go on until I got it
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
As I dip through the ghetto with
Metal rings and coke gets peddled
The sun gon' shine 'em all
After the smoke settles
My mom's blood levels is high
Her
'm a run away slave
Ya get it nigga off the chain
I got that thug life shit runnin' through my veins
And now they scare, they know that I been heaven sent
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