Lyrics:
Tony dead and his brother too
Streets talkin' every week the coppers comin' through
And homicides scoopin' niggas out of Paulie crew
Damn, he in
or sing, but he wants to do both
Puts an album out, and rules for part of the year
Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere
It's the start
row in a Tom Ford poncho, yeah (Yeah)
My bitch sit Indian style, yeah
Smokin' on Runtz by the pound (smokin' on Runtz)
Young niggas crazy put switch
I sat deep in the corner, drinkin' zombies, becomin' one by now
Wonderin' if my style would support her and her child
Out the corner of my eye saw
lookin' small like we made 'em compressed
My bars are so cold like the footbridge in February
Put the beat in the coffin, this verse is the obituary
This
and you gon' die nigga
Don't trust nobody, put my trust
Up in my fye, nigga
Get out yo' body
We gon' shoot you in yo' face
Say you want beef
And we gon'
trying to do it by yourself
And ain't nobody there to help you
Seem like nobody cares
For beautiful you (listen)
For beautiful you
Baby boy trying
three babies in my hand
Nobody let me in, nobody in this nation
I couldn't pay my rent, deported gangsters carried
I didn't give up, I carried my
the feeling where ya hands out and the globe is in it?
Don't think nobody know like I do till it's proven otherwise
In the game not bleachers y'all just stuck
mama, mama, that's all
And by the time I get to Oklahoma, she'll be sleeping
She'll turn softly in her restless sleep, call my name out low
And oh,
love to get finger fucked
This is all I know
Stay loyal to yourself you're all that you got in the end
Never break code
Put work in with nobody
think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
Back then, hoes didn't want it
Now black Benz all hid in corners
My spectacular, vernacular
I spit like giving Ex-Lax
to truncate
The streets is watchin', out is one way I put myself in his Nike's
His position is, "Aight man, somebody bonin' my lady"
Probably snap like
we started with locals (Yaaaaaa)
Pull in your social ya man we toss you disposal (Yaaa)
Fuck your proposal ya boy we leave you immobile (Yaaa)
Corner
feel like I'm in a dream
Geeked out my mind I can't think, reminiscing on memories
Pac told me never stop until I'm bout to bust
Bucking the system
put in aquariums (Wow)
I could teach you the P is for Parable (Right)
When I speak it go deep as a burial (Exactly)
I can't do hesitation (No), got out
you be mine
I get you in my car, drive you to my house
'Cause I'm a mack, I cold turn you out
I wont ask, and I sure won't beg
Reach right over
trying to do it by yourself
And ain't nobody there to help you
Seem like nobody cares
For beautiful you (listen)
For beautiful you
Baby boy trying
(E-E-Enrgy made this one)
(Huuuuuh)
(That boy Enrgy on that mothafucka)
(Ha ha ha ha)
(We in the mothafucking stu with it nigga)
(Shh!)
(Mergo!)
Keep
It ain't no room for no non-ass soldier niggas
An it's amazin how the heat bring out the ho in niggas
When pistols blazin'
Listen, uh
Little boys
think about, baby (Oh, yeah)
Back then, hoes didn't want it
Now black Benz all hid in corners
My spectacular, vernacular
I spit like giving Ex-Lax
Parade
Watch em all boogie down the corner
When this drum Bangs
In space mixing tobacco with the natural Haze
Looking back at the planet with
away
I have something to prove
There's ten of them
Ten marks
The plan must proceed
Okay, I'll spell it out. F-A-I-L-U-R-E
Lost in transLation
by
about
But I can't help but worry in the back of my mind That I'll turn out just like you
Kids with bright future become adults with dark secrets
I used
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