Lyrics:
eight inches above sea level
ninety three million miles above these devils
play me in the winter
play me in the summer
play me in the autumn
any
blood up in your mouth
There's a lot of killers, but who the hell are you to play in this?
A lot are dead, how the hell you take the pain?
Live with it
willpower like Chris Rock
Joy comes in the morning, I'll be okay
I almost lost my faith like I was Stevie J
No problem being alone cause I know I'm chose
I
and Baby take the right
Its dark in the room, we hold up our watches and its light
Cash Money millionaires living a hell of a life
Like my nigga weezay
hard to slow down for a addict
It's been years of stugglin, guzzlin beers
Beefin and never even, ain't no love in the air
And I suffer my shit in hell
fool
You know that I've been wicked and the
Road to hell is wide
Cursed by curiosity that made
Us go inside
Everyone was charming but we took 'em
hold in the 1950’s when we were already entranced by baseball, bikinis and the boob tube. We invented manned flight, atom bombs, and duct tape before we
hell yeah can't you tell?
The Dude been through Hell
See the smoke in the air?
Shouldn't do the shit he do but see the Dude don't care
Empty bottles
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3
named Screw
And I got that boy Key-C in here
And that boy Poyo in these hoes' ear
And we coming through wit that boy Fliggity Flea
Coming out the 3
water and freeze it
E I rock with the blood of Jesus
Cover my body my technique is MURDA, Irv Gotti
This lyrical seminar got my signature
written in
a lesson
I cannot fuck with no peasant
I only rock VVS's
VVS's in my necklace
VVS's got me reckless
It's Gunna-Gunna, bitch you guessed it
I might say
the low blows dammit
I show flows and poke ho's that's s'posed to be yours
Seein my haters in a dark alley tormented by mine
Dodgin the Tech Nine
Now here's
[Verse 3: SPM]
I dont give a fuck, cuz
We some hustlaz, friends we once was
Now I once blood, scratchin on my six
Thats somethin that a bitch'll do
I'll
I only need one like it's fourth and inches
A born sinner
Lil different in the aspect
I run up in your crib
Throw your jewelry in the trash bag
Do
shit that I got from Zone 3
Blowin' Orange Mile, yeah, we call it Tennessee
I'm good in every hood everybody know me
So don't wake me up, I swear
it in like we in the gym
Don't walk up the street 'cause you might lose a limb
Blood on my Timbs, so what, you can swim?
This water's reserved for
to Kimmy
Don't go son, nigga you my motherfucking heart
Stay still son, don't move, just think about Keeba
She'll be three in January, your young God
by parents
At the tender age of five, in front of they siblings wide-eyed
Nah not surprised, just the real scene regularly
Up in between the lies,
Tiny Archibald on the dirty side of law
I was inches from that building till
My bitches tucked the raw, i’m lawless
Hell to the supreme
I should beam
boy kick it like all three inches
Legend on the block
Shout out to legend in block
And when it get greasy, I just call
Been greasy
Easy, ask ScHoolboy
Mobb, tez Poe
We don't pass the rock nigga, we ball hog
Mad slow in the Escalade nigga
Y'all all fall jack your fresh ass Caddy and
Steal your white walls
would, die for, you)
I remember February 27 1994
Trying to make it to the hospital through three inches of snow
Somethings going wrong I can tell but I
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