Lyrics:
a organ donor
I smoke every night, I don't need to be sober
If I see you in the streets then you know damn well it's over
I'm always getting lucky, I don't
smoke every night, I don't need to be sober
If I see you in the streets then you know damn well it's over
I'm always getting lucky, I don't need no damn
Niggas thought I got evicted how my
Shit up in the streets
BIG but ain't nothing obese but the feast
I'm skinny cause I'm always on my feet
Gotta hustle
a girl in the bar
Walked up beside him
And this is what she said
She said, a woman came by
With a letter for you
And this is what the letter said
Minus the teeth
Saved by the bell
Screech
Yea ima cannibal
Feast
No I can’t eat it
She couldn’t believe it
Baby be deep in the streets
Boy ima animal
and gobble the stuff up
Driven by insatiable blood lust
Heart starts beating, hard breathing
I see people bleeding, fiending, I need it
You hemophiliac?
Spice 1, goin' in Tyson Warren G, Nate Dogg, regulators, nice one
Snoop Dogg, Dogg Pound, think they better let it go
Found on the street, or just
I'm underrated, I'm under who
You plan on bangin a gun at who
In the street death a sport, it's like tech support
Really that mean if it's trouble,
and bless the gift, that's all I set it with
Vex:
Walking down blank corridors
Weapons stored in the arsenal of the memory bank
My tongue is
pain here
Made a dub lost my dawg in the same year
I can't make enough, ran it up but I need more than what I made here
I run this money up, put it in
get dubbed
Fuckin a nurse, She in scrubs, I sell P's I don't sell dubs
Gave her dick, She fell in love, I wish that bitch knew what it was
Aint no
Punch the data in ya mainframe
You want it all, I want the same thing
Strive to maintain, live out my name
Hard to obtain, hard to explain, ain't
intended to watch the football in the afternoon but we'd passed out by then and slept right through it, awaking to find that England had won two-nil. Then we
streets of a-fucking-merica. and
Not to be fucked with, for which it stands, one nation, under the
Dope game, with liberty and money for all. gangstas that
the lobby on
The coffee
we go with on the street I complete it’s to sweet you may as well
Retreat is that a threat I got that had the ends we no shots
(Flick Flick)
Dub he rolled an opp in here it's lookin' sticky
(Sniff Sniff)
Fuck is that it's blood a nigga inna frenzy
(Stomp Stomp)
All a nigga hear got
Wooo! There's gonna be a lot of punchin' in this motherfucker
Y'all better be swift with that punch button Jack
Biggie, Biggie
I know how it
the crib, in the streets
She reps for L-B-Dub ENT
She a nice size wit' the pretty brown bright eyes
I'm a winner wit' the right prize
I'ma give it
huh huh
So if niggas on nothing but bullshit
That kickin it shit is a dub
Only make time for the trap and the plug
Got love for the streets but
Got two sticks inside the couch and it's a pull-out (yeah)
Yeah, I'm on my gang shit, whole gang bang shit
Whole thang gang shit, in a Benz I'm tryna
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
John Gotti
Damn... It's so much pain flowing through my veins
Missing my big bro Relo
Hear him saying "Do yo thang"
(Do ya thang, Deezy)
I gotchu bro,
For that white powder
A deuce deuce will leave little holes
In your top like salt shaker
Then I'll finish it off with a big cap
On your head like a park
the street and got hit by an ambulance and left for dead, but he wasn't dead yet, he was just lying in the curb, and pigeons came along and ate his eyes,
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