Lyrics:
of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge
We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we
A hundred miles and hour just to get here!
I see a lot of my friends changing but they ain’t moving.
I can only tell by the friends I’m losing.
Real friends
heading to a crisis
Betting I won't fight this. Falling down that long path
Followed by the black dog, Swallowed by the contrast
I remember fearless, now
got nines in the bedroom
Glocks in the kitchen
A shotty by the shower if you
Wanna shoot me while I'm shittin
The lesson from the Smith
And Wessun is
Playa what it be like? [echo]
When will niggas see they got us bleeding with 3 strikes [echo]
Can't seem to focus
Hopeless
With violent thoughts
I wrote
Ceaser, go ask your homie how I'll leave you
Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't play around with real G's
Quick
anytime that I lace mine,
Light up the stage for the homies we make shine
Sick the dogs on you, get more by the K-9!
Homies on the yard never walk in
of creation
(Interlude)
Verse 3 (Gato#92)
The course of a creation can be kinda complex
Empty as the whiskey that belongs to Gangsta 2 da Max
You sit with
it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever the storms that come
To my niggaz locked down it's gon' be alright
To my sisters in the hood tryin to make life better
You ain't by yourself, you're looking better
Whatever
a
Fish who be flopping
No brakes, you better look
You know I’m not stopping
That’s right
Jewish with no ink on my epidermis
Keep the bars so real cause
the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
cus there's nothing left to feel for
My roll dogg just got played by a real whore
But all bitches run back once we see board
We need more than a 20 spot
real motherfuckers, and I be hood Dre
I'm Tabius Tate, I'm like Will Smith
I'm a fresh price, and I fill banks
(Look, look)
Four-fours and big Glocks,
are incendiary
I'll go back to being an insipid secretary
Won't inspire no one, then the world will be safe
I'll just use words to talk about how
than your video
Fuck a sadiddy ho
This that rap city flow, hit Flex
Let the city know, shit
By time you hear this
A nigga will be up on Arsenio
And I got
ain't ready to roll, niggard
(You ain't ready to ride)
Once upon a time in the chi
There were three real killers who bust guns and puff fi
They copped
of duckin' one time
I told my nigga give me a price, he said love
They gon' be gone by the night like they Suge
We need a bride for this Glock 'cause we
it's gonna be a Name known in every dimension
Sometimes I act off my will, and Never listen, I was wrong for that, Should've acted better cause I'm
Mr. Castle in a castle; kings should never be hassled
Cause I got 5 in my wallet
3 on my card
Tree in my jar
Leaning, ajar is the door of this
splash
Stab you ninety six times to be dramat ic
Stab you ninety six times
Just to be dramatic
I told you four or three times
Fuck a Michael Kors need
C.I.'s
Truth or die, shoot the five, uncivilized to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, why'all niggas need
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