Lyrics:
the makin'
Freaks is everywhere for the takin'
Blues is in the air if you sin' it
Happiness come back if you brin' it
I'm havin' me a good time my lady
Baby Joe gon' shoot
If you go broke now they ain't gon' do shit for you
Can't give up now, nigga this the life I choose
Back in 8th grade, I swear I
and Rick
Divine sent, can't mess with the mindset
Come run with us, December 1999 said
It's all because of you (ha ha, ha ha)
I'm feelin' sad and blue
screwed
She sending me pictures they naught and nude
No you not my family but we inna feud
Eyes on the paper route them joints is glued
When i get in my jam
to the block with a pan
Rockets a pop if you playin'
Socker Boppem like I'm back in the day
And it stay with the Aye...
But the "A" only come with the "K" with
PC Speaker:
My flows hit you at straight eighty eight,
Miles Per hour that's enough to generate,
One point twenty one jiggawatts son,
And I'm
the house blows
(Cover your scars with your leather if that's what you choose)
(Alone by yourself you'll be singing the blues, blues, blues, blues
Two strikes like I'm bowling
Six shots if you chosen
Ain't sparing these niggas the gun ain't gon jam
I just be fucking dog
I just be drilling it
She be
silk enough to shock ya
Hit you with the fifth, block-a block-a
If I get caught you can bet I'll blow trial
Be downtown swinging, m.o.p. style
Next
Young nikka shit 8teen
I'm chasin big dreams
Tsm shit on god n u can't make da team
7.62 no blue I bet da laser green
Long live Kobe ik it boa ima laker
what a man's gotta do, John Queue, John Queue
When I'm in a jam give a damn ‘bout the rules, John Queue, John Queue
Verse 2-
If you would've told me
hunnies wearing silk robes
Time to flip the script, bust the whip
Legend with the chip, dark blue with my trunk dipped
To the feds, catch me if you can
I'm
and so I
Took 'em away, I never stayed y'all
Called the Flavor Flav to make another record
To get played
He made a jam to get you stammed
Back to back
the turf (what?)
Maybe I'll tap your gla**, I got some cheers for you
For they yak can't hold me back
So baby, wha**up with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Never influenced by movements of what the cultures doing
If it ain't congruent wit my dreams I can't get into it
Only time they down with you is if they
on the charts, letting ya know
Hey, the kid has heart, I never deny myself as being
Dope, but in my last jam, niggas slept on my notes
You thought that I was
to ease my mind, swig some wine.
Step on the block when
The rocks what will l be servin' them dummies see
Gotta buck em' on down if he
Come back talkin
(That)
You sell your heart away everyday
They bring it back broke and
Try to buy it back (Back)
Girl, you can't put a price on that
Know you don't like
with a soft touch
Feeling on you
And my feelings are true, I aint lied once yet (at least until the cabs come get ya)
Then I'm back on my grizzly like
choose
I'm tellin y'all niggas, if its not double R
I'mma spell my name out on the side of your car
Come and Ruff Ryde with us
If you wanna get high
heard me what would you keep?
[Loon]
Yo yo if I could go back I wouldn'ta sold no crack
Wouldn'ta never put my hands around no gat
sack, sport the nightcap, you spoke it right back
Balls black and blue, nuts stingin like a spiked bat
You ain't right rat! DAMN! DAMN!
You
Watchin' him get dragged away
If you wanna get this lil nigga back safe
You better do every motherfuckin'
Thing I say we got guns like the CIA
Fuck the FBI
a message underneath
There's a foot on his neck
Man can't unleash
You gotta find your purpose
But what if It comes
By Gabriel's trumpet
And the angles drums
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