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cocked back, but he spit about one time
Slumped out, sun down, and his man coming by
With like two more trucks and they creep from behind
Threw it in
(tryin' to live)
Can't get a break down here (can't seem to get a break down here)
Another black man killed by police again
Another child with a father
with Strangers
Sippin' Caribou Lou
Spilling the sickest shit ever I tell 'em but who woulda knew it?
I'm one of two in the crew, with a knife in my
live
I socialize with the wise
Underprivileged spiritually deprived
At times in the flesh
Airwaves getting checked
The vibe is energized by
loser, abuser, there's few to say
I think I'm losin' a huge fuckin' screw in my brain
Yet I have proven that you ain't gonna ruin me
With all your stupid,
hangin with the homies
How you do dat there you got me horny
Call your girl I'm bring the Sons
see tonight we gonna have big fun
Champagne
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
it's time to say goodbye they should've turned me loose
I was all about my team but now I call upon my crew
I'm a family type of person but I'm deadly
thought at night that comforts me is starving whoever's hunting me
Shit, lucky me, to be rich in a world where nothing's free
And separated from hell by
us, murked by the team
Haters on me Nickelback is trash
Bottom of the charts, they gon' land
Crip with my bros, I get the hoes
Y'all Submarine Man,
good, eat good, live good
Smoke good, eat good, live good
And I do this for the city
Got some Hennessy and my real niggas with me
Fuck the police
They
was high
T-you-V-W-X ask Why, you die with blood pourin out your da-da
You want the ri-ri-ri-ride from hardthorn, abide by your crew from a 735-i
tags, throwups, and old pieces
Thowin crews up, they can't be down with, and catchin beatings
Me and my crew stay close-knit
Make niggaz say 'Oh shit!'
I'ma live bossy
Way out on Fantasy Island with Mr. Roth. be
I gotta play the ghetto, everyday the hood endorse me
I'm destined for triple, left hand
Uh, used to be my dogg, you was in my left titty
Screamed ride or die, I thought you would die with me
Found out you a bitch, you can't even ride
bitches to fuck
[2Pac]
Bitches is wild niggas is lame
I hung around with real niggas got exposed to the game
Muthafuckas actin' crazy bustin' me
ain't she? We'll let her wash off in the water
And me and you can play by ourselves, can't we?
Just the two of us, just the two of us
And when we
with that body
La di da di
We came to party
305, look what we started
We gon' slide, go, hey shawty
We gon' ride, go, hey shawty
Now give me that
My crew in the front got it locked
My live niggas in the back got the gats
Yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate
rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin with the Books and Drayzie
Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in el-a
Well-a hell-a can never cut
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
them mixtapes y'all droppin'
Make sure you bring it trying to get with me
Bring it live nigga worldwide feel it!
(Don't forget to talk)
You heard it
ha, yeah
Yo, you don't wanna ride with Dirt, you still stuck in coach
You don't wanna fly in first, yo, I can spit
One verse and leave in a new
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