Lyrics:
rulin' over shit, not a thing
If I will, then it's spill
You a pawn in my game
Watch 'em kill, do a drill
While this prawn on my plate
All this hurt
always resign to
The world that's in my mind too
My thoughts could fill a quiet room
And none of y'all would get it
Thats why none of y'all be let in
Those
Niggas been gettin shot on my block
But we got to make a change and the thang is this
I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist
It's a fine line
Jetting straight to the finish
By and by
I cite my own writtens
Turn a blind eye to the lies
I abide by the tides
Just chilling like
to show the world What we're bout
I keep my head up and stay ten toes down
Yea I been foolish and made shit go south
Yea I been counted out by most of these
a show I need like 10, 10, 10
For that bag of dope I need like 10, 10, 10
On my lil hoe I spent like 10, 10, 10
I'm in Beverly Hills with a bad bitch
I
will become dust. Star dust.
Yes, your surrounding will be saddened by this tragic event.
But life for you has ended, so just accept it and follow me …
Nothin' Was the same after this
When we came in the game
Aint have a choice
Murder and Pain was the sport
I was left
Thought I wasn't gonna make it
Vuitton
That's why me a fi sing this song
Use you play ten ten
Everyday ten ten
Yesterday ten ten
My love no be ten ten
I no be small picking oh
Trust me I
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
really like it raw
In the closet like the rider type of whore
By the shore, I pulled a trick on her
But I'm collect any fix when I put the dick on her
gates
Niggas gon talk, it's just how they made
Show up in a rave, ain't even on tour
Cite me a band, invest to make more
Chest I'm this bored,
Who Are You Lovin Lyrics
Ice Cube
featuring Mr. Short KHOP
Mr Short KHOP:
Nasty girl nasty girl in ya own little nasty world (4x)
Chorus:
We
didn't nigga; where I'd be?
Still up in this cold world; in the hot seat
Bouta get another joint rollin like Spike Lee
Fist full of dollars tryna get up
where'd I be
Still up in this cold world
In the hot seat
Bouta get another joint rollin' like Spike Lee
Fist full of dollars tryna get up out a tight
D
See me, I take this gangbang shit to hold mouthes
Beach coup, the hood patrol wit my flag in ya mommas style
I throw my set up, I ret
This is Logic
I've spoken these words before but not on the radio
To be born free is to be born in debt
To live in freedom without fighting
and turns and turns
As the world keeps turnin' round and round
It's gon' be goin' round
(This for the soldiers out there involved in the everyday struggle)
behind Heaven Gates
Here's a copy key
Damn
Same story, ain't a damn thang change
What I'm saying
Just the pain, nothing gained in this wonderful world
wipin' everyone up in this genre
'Cause on the mic I feel like I'm the
Greatest in the world, greatest in the world, greatest in the world
(No lie) I
TICAL
As I walk in the shadow of death
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
Your host this even Mr H-O-T
N-i-x, you get splashed with the Tec
Nobody
or not
The way I be saucing this shit on the daily
That shit just happens a lot
Dressed up in designer I drip like the Navy
No I'm not checking the price
or not
The way I be saucing this shit on the daily
That shit just happens a lot
Dressed up in designer I drip like the Navy
No I'm not checking the price
by myself, see
Ladies in stones, Baby Capones, livin' wealthy
Pictures of my birth on this earth is what I'm dreamin'
Seein' Daddy's semen, full
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