Lyrics:
Baby are you still down
Still down for me
Still down to take a brick
Out of town for me
Rippin' off the whole clique
Thirty rounds for me
See
skillet
And I provide you a ticket to visit your creator
My little mini-mes can't eat a favor
My sweat and toil ain't for the love of labor
I live by
bringing the work you niggas alert you fuckin your chains your rippin your veins by hearing my name it causin a scene she told me i caused a scene when my
Before I did it, niggas barely knew Louisville exist (barely knew Louisville exist)
Niggas spoil me and B, sellin' boy off of our flips
Bring out
Bitch, I'm makin' a hit every time
Bitch, I'm makin' a hit every time
Got 'em sick like flu, like swine
And the drink to me like wine (skrrt)
Rippin
(shit was dope)
Hey, yo, Eazy! (wassup?)
Hey, man, why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit?
Woke up quick at about
This drip cost, get that shit by the pound
She got a top, she's taking it off
After the show, we fucking that's all
Ball with my niggas, call me John
this long all these years?
Fear the spectacle of fearsome acts
Somebody steals from me I cut off his hands
He offends me I cut out his tongue
He rises
[Hook][T-Pain]
You can get up off that wall shawty come and make it pop for me,
Come and make it pop for me
And I bet you move it so good and that's just something
off
In the booth
Yea yea
I'm talking
Exclamation mark
I'm the truth
Oh
Rippin' and grindin'
That's easy money
I feel like dangerfield
Rippin
my God aint a joke
He never breakin His covenant I got some angels around me they watchin my back
I been covered by the blood so i'll never be trippin
They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
And your views (in this American dream)
Don't tell me that the sky is the limit
that fits me
Chanel mink slides and shades so they don't know it's me
Drip too hard, got his dick too hard
He gon' fuck around and drown off this
figured it out I'm the king of the house
I'm a flying f*ck of Axis
I'm goin'
Vampire killin' with stakes in me holsters!
Shootin' em down rippin' the faces
(shit was dope)
Hey, yo, Eazy! (Wassup?)
Hey, man, why don't you come off the piano for a minute
And bust this crazy shit?
Woke up quick at about
Geeked, sleep
Neat, freak
We on that gang shit
Meet the 3
I do this shit by myself
Quarantine
Off the meds
Perky, lean
Weed, lean
Yeah that’s all I
By myself 'cause these niggas yes men
Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman
Know I got my Smith & Wesson
That be my illegal weapon
I'm off this Earth I
By myself 'cause these niggas yes men
Bitch I'm Almighty Sosa Batman
Know I got my Smith & Wesson
That be my illegal weapon
I'm off this Earth I feel
cheered when I got my time
Like yeah, one whole year I got in the grind
But get me losin' off your mind
Shawty, may I remind you that there ain't
sayin' "Compton's in de house"
Who realy cares - about a sucker on a take off
Bust a move, we can have a shake n' bake-off
Me and you can go cuz I
seeker)
(I'm a trouble seeker)
They say I'm crazy, lately
I'm off the chains, don't touch me, baby
(I'm a trouble seeker)
(I'm a trouble seeker)
decide
Who's fit to live, and who has to die
Poetic at the end, for the living sacrifice
Now It's time to hit you hit you with the millimeter
Rippin off
it'll make me chuckle
Murderous Thompson mobbin', with a green plastic shade
Over my visor, watchin' these cops inside of that purple Datsun
Keep
light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You
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