Lyrics:
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had
Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
need
There's nothing I sale
I touch up on her
She touch up me
We go hit the suite
There's nothing to tell
Hoshitoshi
Mixing Polish water with the white
a murder after midnight
(There's gonna be a killin after midnight)
(You can say this one's a murder by a lunatic)
Say what?
3 or 4 minutes
bitches, they look like they starvin'
Bone Thugs ain't do a show in twenty-three summers
And tried to charge Swizz like they doin' stadium numbers (what?)
I think that my style’s done
Beats are foreign, number one
(Verse 3 - DXRKEMOTIONS)
beats are foreign, number one
This one produced by Syndrome
I
Street
Numbers set by stock movers, buy my tip so I can touch
Not for no print size, plate saint, white wasted H20
Four coats'll make it glaze
Beams
styles
Takin' out wack MC's by the piles, for real
Episode #2: God's Gift
I have no strings to hold me down
Beware of the Tupperware
It's
Standing on my square, firm (line 'em up)
Grafted germ trying to shake my foundation (shakers)
Nation of Gods & Earths, birthed by the Fther
If He didn't
when I step in the store
Real badman, don't obey by the law (I don't)
Yo, run run, one, two, three, four
Now she can't help but call for more (it's
callate la boca
Out this world, you supernova
Fuck that, I am coming over
Can I come over?
(Can) can I (I) stop by (stop by) to see you (see you)
[3] - I'm going to vauco in my black seville
I follow two my behind a truck with half a mil
I make my first stop at my homeboys ranch
I ask him
Snakes love to give the run around
Buss his head
BLAM
Bitch guess you ain't runnin' now
Number one code up ina streets
Is never run your mouth
If you
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two.
is the animosity money brings
Real niggas out of style we may be one in three
Back against the wall outnumbered by fuckboys
One bullet, one target, one
Learn to walk a tightrope
Ever seen a rich nigga go broke?
They putting liens on a nigga things
Publicize your demise, and by all means
Your
Snake eye jack cops
play my black opps
bake my crack rock
rake my cash crops
Fuck the police, when im Stalking the streets, tall white cunt brain dead, 64
[Ice Cube]
Rule number three: don't get caught up
Cause niggaz are doing anything that's thought up
And they got a vice
on everything from dope,
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
lucky number sleven how i pull up with the weapon
that 357 you too scared to go see heaven
back up off me homie you can’t breath up
1 2 3 4 5 6 7
lucky number sleven how i pull up with that weapon
that 357 you too scared to go see heaven
back up off me homie you can’t breath up
chasing these bigger things
On the phone with sav in the system
He said Jacks dont come back to prison
You got numbers on the blueprint
I know you can do
dollar recording budget, man
Sprite commercials, video directed by Hype
Offer to role in that new move from Spike
Bleach my teeth white, body like D'Angelo
ALL MY ARTIST SORRY FOR ALL MY ARTIST
THE MONEY IS ONTHE MONEY IS ON
ON THE WAYON THE WAY
THE WAY*3THE WAY * 3
待 時機成熟 我將數字返 還 給 你 們When the time is
play numbers, on sweepstakes
To hate to pay rent, arms stay bent, step-pops in state pen
Old dad been gone ever since I was three
Had no one to show
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
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