Lyrics:
beats by Dre (on God)
You can get hit by K (K)
K hit you, that's your last day (day)
Glock 27, that's bae (21)
Stick the 30 in it, had a baby (yeah)
and thieves
I am a goat in the B's
Run thru YO house like K.B
Shopping for shoes KD
Ice on my neck and it's gold to the feet
Watch out lil bitch stepping on me
Testin testin
It's game orienfested, size six-ex vested
K-Cizee.. JoJo... that boy Too Sheezee, Todd Shaw
and Earl Stevens, a.k.a. Charlie Hustle
to spill
I give off the impression it's no thing for us to kill
Around the way with, street corner game, Pat Sajak
Got kids to feed, you can't stop
to kill every nigga
That stand by him or speak for him
Can you stop actin' like you
Doin' me a favor? Do I seem rattled?
This idiot don't even know he tell
Nächstes Mal knacken wir die fünfzig
Denn meine Fans vertrauen mir
Die Platte wird vernünftig
Das Volk ist bereit, Gold ist nicht weit
Wer hätte mir vor paar
Industry done changed from Jackson, back street boys and new edition
We done got more freedom but this world is full of politicking
Turnin 25 turn to my
finish
But by the end of this race I'm going to win
You got to learn when to leap and to be timid
Cause everything that glitter ain't gold listen to what
have so much confidence
They don't raise their hands they're raising their fist
It's a shame you don't know my name though
The gold I got fills pots by
are fresh
'Cos you're a fish and I'm a water sign
My laid-back pimp walk is linear by design
Gold fronts soul I shotee now watch you shine
Me and C-Know
lords
Pitchforks and five stars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico !
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
And a gold Pontiac that my granny had bought for me
I was sleepin' in the back, my dad kicked me in the streets
When he saw my neck tatted, then I told him I
Listen to me young soldiers, salaros the laws of the street
you know the law enemies stand side by side
You can either kill em now or wait for them
school 100 meter gold medalist
Down the street over the neighbor’s fence is Africa’s
Finest corner is always on the look like scavengers
From D K to star
just by looking straight up in your eyes, that's the window to a soul where they brain at
Was a Bebe kid
Closed case I was arrogant
Now my wrist got
everything operates by computers
Then what happens when circuit breaks?
Y2k's the big scare
Scientists say we ain't prepared
What I feel is contrare
most niggas I tote trigga
For you broke nigga and gold diggas wit no figga
That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers
I'm on ya ass like
everything operates by computers
Then what happens when circuit breaks?
Y2k's the big scare
Scientists say we ain't prepared
What I feel is contrare
most niggas I tote trigga
For you broke nigga and gold diggas wit no figga
That's why I palm the heater for all you non believers
I'm on ya ass like
Peace, Peace yo, it's Westside Gunn Family
Feel good tonight man, I'm here man
I came a long way for this
Street Entertainment man, FNIC (What up)
Tried to make us look weak in front of our kids, dehumanize
And our leadership hella devil-sent
Got in the white house by trolling our only black
you doubt him
I know you doubt him quick, but
I'ma show you!
How Great I am!
Rrahh Rrahh!!
The kid's a warrior
I'm sick and tired of warnin' ya
So go
might get shot right in your grill
MLK and Malcom X
Niggas still smoke k2 by the ounces yes
But when you not insane you be counting breaths
You better
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