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a lethal weapon registered in everythang,
used by the police, dope dealers an yo local gang,
I'm the hardest mutha fucka alive, right in front of yo eyes,
Excuse me, can you help me, straighten out my head
I got a new friend by the name of Mr. Z
Well what's wrong with that, don't you like what you see?
Rather be all by myself and not kick it with people
12 AM in ATL, the sequel (yes sir, yes sir)
Ridin' in the Maybach, we gon' hot box that
Hundreds sit
guitar, was never made by Mr. Fender
It’ll be mine at 65, dollars a month
Payment after payment for the rest of my life.
And to be sure, you know all
I'm goin' back to the way
The way I used to be
I got no love for these niggas
'Cause they ain't got love for me
I'm goin' back to the way
to sleep
And when I awoke I wanted to shriek
They drilled a hole on my property 10,000 feet deep
Now where my yard used to be there’s an oil
Real talkin nigga
Man I'm all about my cash flow
Nigga I'm the shit my momma
Had me out her asshole nigga I be actin'
Nigga know that we mackin'
liquor by the case
From all those bootleggin' friends who make a killin' here in Satan Place
When Mrs Brown had finished talkin' no one dared to make
And I feel the same
We ought to be sure I know by now
But if we can prove our love
Like this and like that I gonna move along
Like this and like
to da bottom
I can't be every nigga role model
I can't go back to the bottom
I started with a dollar and a dream
And I'm willing to go and
Get it by any
to depose the malice
Power is wasted in my hands
Try to resist abuse to no avail
I used to think I was imprisoned
But all along I was the jail
Compromised by
used to run around armed and robbin'
There was this little boy by the name of Moses
Had to run home keep from gettin' me jewelry stolen
Till one day
magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you,
So why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
But this can't be what you're used to
Wines and fine dining by the beach out in Malibu
But this can't be what you're used to
Naw
But this can't
Beach (the town by the sea where niggas know me).
Coming from the East Side...
You're fucking with The Pound, oh nigga please,
see-O-B.'s can't
of a disappointed girl daring the man who could keep her
She was born by the name of Lynn but she went by Honey Creeper.
The bones of an old life call
They tear
at all
I won't stand and I won't crawl and I won't even fall
Silence is a radio that you can call your own
Be massaged by people who collect outside your
Rocking up, in the Benz
Old-school drive by in the ends
Shooting up, glock on a cleanse
D D D bow, no real friends
Used to lurk in the shadows
Now
built for Cuban Linx and Infamous, and
Zane used to play them on the stoop so loud
Mr Sunny yelling at the boys to turn that down
So we put up
it used to be, Lord it was so simple then
Dirt-bike and a fishin' pole at a fishin' hole with all my friends
Nothin' better than a BB gun in my
A little story about a boy I used to know
Always fascinated by the sounds on the radio
Late at night with the moon up high
He listened to the bass
a prince, magic jaun a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you
These are English words
Scarred to be used by geeks
for you
I used to be a pretty flirty guy
Talk to any girl that pass me by
But that all changed when my love was named to you
Got a back-up plan so I
be around
Baby come my way, without you next to me, oh my sky's so gray
So Mr. Golden Sun, won't you come out and play
Oh, you got me glowing now
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