Lyrics:
Da bullshit, IC-Don motherfucker, da bullshit
Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker
Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this
Da bullshit, IC-Don motherfucker, da bullshit
Funk Doc, motherfucker, push whips, motherfucker
Na, na, chill out, who got the weed in this
heart cold
Prior to a lot of hatin' going
Feds raided the studio
We tryna do songs, but they ain't listen
They just kick down the door
As if they have
With just one touch, you ignite the flame inside
You bring me back to life oh-oh
When I'm broken and shattered, you make it right
With your love, you
Yo, yo, yo (yeah, yeah)
Yo, yo
My flow's remarkable
Doc walk like Caine from Kung Fu 'round the globe
Throw obstacles, I'll hurdle them
Herb
Yo, yo, yo (yeah, yeah)
Yo, yo
My flow's remarkable
Doc walk like Caine from Kung Fu 'round the globe
Throw obstacles, I'll hurdle them
Herb
on my eight by ten picture
Papichu', slaying gcrews in icu
Battling, using hockey rules
For Keith Murray, doc gon' cock these tools
Rollin down like
for better living is the love for life so pray
Like a rock start clinging to the cornerstone
Like a flock be led by Christ Hell get you home
Like a doc
Fuck a Phillie
Five got the Dutch, Buckshot got the Colin Powell
Check my dialect from my diaphragm
You got your nine by your waistline (and)
Me
you think she doin' over here, watchin' Netflix?
Beard game, might just let it grow down to my necklace, uh
I don't hope for wins, I expect it, uh,
on my list, I second guessed
Shawty too easy to crack
When it come to money, I got a knack
I just love watching it stack (Yeah)
I'm on a road
I have lost all my love
So one thing left for that is drug (That's all my love)
You're my drug I been took, trying to avoid
Left my boy home alone
high
But I'm gettin by
Y'all just comprising my supply
The white still drip nasty
Green goblin in basket
Pull up ridin wit a casket
got it for any fuck
"This is for, all my smokers"
Whoo, one more, just keep the thing at the end of it
Alright, give me one more time on the count of three
1, 2, 3
Star like Ringo
I ball like TO
Y'all niggas small time chico
Fly as an ostrich, zero
Y'all deserve oscars
Pacino
For acting like mobsters
Y'all just
tears in her eyes
I despised the past love and
believing her lies
Just pack your shit and honey
leave my ring
She left with what she came with
not
me
Yo, you're just gonna get your ass kicked
Homeboy throw in the towel
Your girl got dicked by Ricky Powell
The Godfather of Soul in the belly
go by, so you know I meant it
In school I was so shy, timid
Two pairs of jeans I'd alternate, bummy clothes, I 'member
Beggin' my mom for K-Mart
getting the upper hand?
I make my music for the people
Survival guide the ruthless, be confusing it with evil
When I say "the people" I don't just mean
got the bill
Just relax get ready for
The flowing blood that you like!
And you want! And you kiss! And you love!
You are happy now
Watching your
why you do this to me
Yeah I gave you all my love and even gave it for free
Let's just run away
Please don't be afraid
You do the shit I love and then
Stray bullet flesh wounds
So I gotta change my aim for Cassidy
I sit calm (sitcom) so I can puncture flesh
Not just graze (Grey's) Anatomy
If this was
Who am I
Who am I
Bitches it's drill just call me doc
You would just post it on that block
Them shots ring off he out his socks
They already know
Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote
If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outtie
Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a Dougie
I just
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