Lyrics:
they outta control
Kill a man cause he stand, for what he stand for
While he merely stand by with a dreadlock or an iPad, it's a crime
And then a nigga
walled out of the city
Clubbed down from uptown
Sprayed pest from the nest
Run out to barrio town (The guards are itchy)
Forced to watch at the feast
walled out of the city
Clubbed down from uptown
Sprayed pest from the nest
Run out to barrio town (The guards are itchy)
Forced to watch at the feast
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
this
They put my homie in a hearse, I need a name for this
I can't complain, you watching us from the top down
Even though the president got my city
Naw I ain't switching up on my dawgs Hell Naw
We gone stay ten toes till he call let's ball
This shit get deeper than these raps
Remember working
on the pillow
BDK, these niggas gay
I took yo' fye, can't get replaced
Fuck ten, that nigga died
I swear to God, I smoke him to this day, nigga
ARP in the back,
throw your set up
Gettin' money, got that attitude, don't step close
Unified, bankin' in your city, it's the West Coast (ay, yo, Problem)
The home
Picked up da cup up im sorry I aint picked the phone up mama
Im lw living fast but im trynna run deez commas
And don’t u worry cause ya son be packing all
like in the movies, but when it's real.
It's such a happy, exciting sound.'
The city is a woman
Bigger than any other
Oh, sophisticated lady
ya mouth
Fo' we run up in yo house, fo' we run up in yo house
(Repeat 2x)
[Verse 2 - Frekaznatcha]
So you claimin' that you head bustin'
Come and feel
the guerrilla (guerrilla)
I'm a gorilla (guerrilla)
By the guerrilla (guerrilla)
I'm a gorilla (guerrilla, guerrilla, guerrilla)
Welcome to my city
Pops think I'm just sippin' this shit
He don't know I'm sellin' it
Run off in the city
If plug Say he ain't mailin' it
Casamigo
She a Freak Hoe
Cappin
ladies (on my radar X3)
How many killers (on my radar X3)
Verse 2
They didn't know I came from the dead
They just pretending to know by my name
They got
the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say (Thug Life, baby!)
Time goes by, puffin' on lye
Hopin' that it gets me high
to tell him but he ain't listen
And his pops was a felon with bad addiction
Pops gon he done died off them x pills
Now he don't give a fuck what nobody
I think they want me dead or alive
So immortal though I never can die
But forever I fly
Quit the pills that was getting me by
I know the truth
his knee on my neck
His partners standin by and he watchin me losin my breath
I can't breathe mama I'm fina die can you help me please
They don't give
Jesus a believer
Young king
Young Caesar
Find foes in the freezer
10 toes deeper
Blunt full of reefa
Baby mama print like cheeta
Ass measured by
and I bet they know me
I love my city, ask about me and I bet they know me
My mama told me, "Boy stop chasin' after stank hoes"
'Cause all these
from the city where two of the best died
Rest in peace to both of 'em, spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
Damn, I said I spit like I'm the ghost of 'em
Name
payment for it
I caught the first plane when I heard your mama died
I seen her through the window she was flying in the sky
Looking down on you, proud
A boy is born in hard time Mississippi
Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty
His parents give him love and affection
To keep him strong,
Eighteen, caught my first case
Had to fall back
Ten years of probation probably
Set us all back
Started public housing, now we Kings
Grandma and Mama, we
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