Lyrics:
wanna cut my head off baby
By all means
Anything it takes to not be lonely
Don't tell me 'bout your problems and expect me to share
I always try and find
minutes to get ready
Got not on my line, but we ain't gonna buy a new G-J
Smoke a cent that's while I rhyme
Then I put up in a six give a low have me
get another chance, it'll be hard to get focused
Give me one chance to make it work
It's driving me crazy
Because I'm missing my baby
I'm going
I feel it get crunk and take control like Janet
When you hear the hit, what show you gonna jam in
Can't hang with the bandit, haters can't stand it
Not gonna hurt ya just bash ur brains in
Some call it revenge I call it murder
Tried to keep it quiet but the neighbors heard her
Now I gotta add some
get wit me, you steppin' with 007
Better make it snappy, no time to do your hair, baby
Brothers are bustin' at me, beats and bullets pass me
None
You know I just don't' get it
Last year I lived with my wife
And three little girls
This year I got half the
Neighborhood moved into my townhouse
they say I'm possessed by the devil
Spit so hard I could chew through metal, ain't nobody wanna get leveled
Bitch I'm steaming like a kettle
Hatin' ass
the dark in him
And they're gonna feel offended if ever they try and get him
Cause I'm ready for whoever, whenever they want it with him
Cause as long as I'm
on and
Get down on it, get down on it
Get down on it, get down on it
How you gonna do it if you really don't wanna dance
By standing on the wall?
(Get
from here on it's wall-to-wall bears."
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb,
Says, "Bash the Wall; we gonna see."
Dumb, dumb, dumb, dumb.
Well, them big red bears
Heard that before
Uh
The sun won't shine tonight
Metro screaming by
Walking with the Mexicans
Should I call an ambulance?
We need a melody
Well, baby, I am
You're a fine piece of real estate and I'm gonna get me some land
Ohh-oh (oh)
Don't try to rush, honey
Love can be fun
There's no
Boom bash dash, I had to break, I had to getaway
Packed my bags, to leave for good, it was a Monday
Kissed my mother, gave my pops a pound
Then he
into El Chapo, he had work as one his captains
And gave me a hunnid bricks and said "Migo, get it brackin'"
I walk into a Mexican Mafia meetin' like
serious; and baby, I am
You're a fine piece of real estate, and I'm gonna get me some land
Oh, yeah
So, don't try to run, honey; love can be fun
So baby why are we at war?
They get away with murder
You never see one of them lift anything over 3 pounds
They do whatever they want, whenever
bash, forgettin
The laws, created by the creators
There's no more masters, just master-perpetrators
We did time with the rhyme like a bid
Now we're
What the fuck is this shit?
Baby, you see this shit?
It's like some, it's like some walkin' dead mother fuckers
(You will not replace us)
(You
, you're always on my mind
Step by step, oh, girl, I really think it's just a matter of time
Step by step, oh, baby, gonna get to you, girl
Step by
couldn't be better than this
Nevermind that
I'll tell you what the day'll bring
First a shindig, then a bash
Then more partying
Top it all with a rave, then
A song called Highway Star, this one.
Nobody gonna beat my car
I'm gonna race it to the ground
Nobody gonna beat my car
It's gonna break
mob for life
The Cartel's gonna roll the dice
One time for the mind of the niggas strollin' deep
Watch your back, I'm about to creep
It's not
the funk and it's homicide
Suckers collide with my drum and get hung
Gaffle, swarm and alarm and drop a storm of death
Eat your brain and watch your ass melt
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