Lyrics:
the rhymes and the cuts and
If I'm not mistaken makin two records mix
And certain deejays had a few dope tricks
If you asked to be on you would be their guest,
I'm the top dog Bustin' through the door, you niggas know
You gettin' knocked off Got the game in figure four like Ricky
Once I pop off There won't
No pain anyway
Put it on the grill
Put that propane on the high
Cause you know I'm bout to fly by in the sky waving high
Six and the seven and you know
gonna tell somethin'
I'll fuck around and, kill ya!
So now that you set you ready, YO!
If this shit get silly I'm lettin' it go
First scrito in the front
I'm at your door, your eyes are like, "Why are you here?"
Judging by my steel, I got something to do here
Give up the money or the angel cries two
up in school with them packs
Had me flexin' like Slater off Saved by the Bell
They say they want smoke, they want beef, they want drama
Well I'm
enough for doggy style
Regret start to settle in I dun done it now
Mind playin tricks me
Ghetto boys style
I'm just tryna hitch a ride wit ya
If you got
us
Im sleepin' wit da woolie, I'm gettin' all my days in
Paranoid servin' junkies still gettin' my plays in
Drankin' out the seal, then I'm
stay focused (Yeah)
I'm just tryna stay focused (Shit)
On my grind with no stunting, live by a code go get money
I need my cash in abundance, blue strips
help but think manajatwa
So where you from we represent Crenshaw
Where they bang by law, slip your jack in your car
Oh, and I'm Kelly and her name
like to
Give a shout out to all
The tre whizz kids out there
Aunt Micky in the house
And I'm chilling up in the
Studio with 2Pac and
Cocoa G and uh
weed up in my socks
I Don't know too many niggas I don't know no fucking cops
Do it all by my lonely that's why I could never stop
I'm out the Hood hoe
Temperatures rises, niggas blinded by my lyrical disguise
No time to plot retreats, niggas shiver and die
Multiple rounds found laced in his body and face
what Is giving me checks
When I lose myself but not my strength
Feelings run more deeper than depth
I'm In the deep end
And my heart don't break even
So
[Hook 1]
I don't want to be the one to get a millimeter in the gut
I want to be the one to hit em with another milla
Caught up in the middle
I'm
You can never swing by me
Hope we'll never link up
Blink and you will see us
Thumbprints 'bout to ink up
See me in the NYC
Home of the B.I.G, look
me up
I'm in my own league and I'm running the stats
God by side Elohim got my back
I rep so hard for the middle of map
If I said it in rap then I
If I ever trick a bag y'all can kill me
Bitch I'm really in my bag, do you feel me?
I'm the kid with the drip, nigga clearly
Rocks hittin' in my ear,
is kinda thick
Then she licking on the dick,
Hit the skins and then I split, like bananas//
So I’m a pimp in a circus trying to turn another trick
Feelings in my head that can hurt and deceive
I got thoughts in my mind
That you wouldn't believe
Thinking times are tough
Like I'm not enough
I'm
a hundred
Be real that shit went out in 86
I'm down with the Geto Boys but my mind ain't playin tricks bitch
You still refuse to give me mine cool
Nigga be
have to have those young girls fool ya, you dig?
Trick ya outta your check, so you can learn about it
Don't try to play if you ain't ready for it
Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in that morning
Headed back to tha woods
Now I'm full as tick
In my mind I hallucinate
Untill I lose it
Make a bad move if I ever had to choose my fate
My tattoos are a image of the views I take
I'm that
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