Lyrics:
and I'll go down, your gonna fuckin' trip
Well sam, my head will bend like hell like nothing
Well doctor's say, you gonna hold on by the fucking nuts yeah
Two Three
If you pull up catch me in my sleep
If you want it try to take it off me
Test your luck lil homie that's fine by me
But if you run too deep
went to Hell and back for you, i gave you everything i had (Everything i had)
Me and brodie in a new rental, finna spin on his ass (Finna spin on his
Blow!
Blow!
I'm hell-bound
Niggas want to kill me in my sleep in killerfornia
Where the murderers be ambitious to creep
And leave you six feet
(C.A.P)
(Rich4ever n****)
Ain't no love in these streets
(Nope)
Keep my hand on that heat
(Baaah)
Ima lion you sheep
(Aye)
Still on my block we
really hate me , man she acting really spiteful
What the hell did that guy do?
That’s what they asking in the streets
They see her throwing all the clothes
Memories I have they passing me by
My brother, my mother, my sisters they passing me by
What a life I’ve lived it’s the moments I see them fly
Runway
words
Haven't I seen you somewhere in hell
Or was it just an accident?
You know how I felt then
And so a
Before I could ask was it the east
understand I'm a wiser man wit a hot hand
That'll drop and permantally put you on a Kaizer plan
Stretch you out in a stretcher for thinkin why me
I'm
up?
You need to contact your nearest recruiting office immediately, please
I see your not hip to what's happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you
at me
See me walking by you just want to be me
Tic tac toe in the Bentley
Yeah I'm on fire looking heavenly
Louis V on my feet
I pull up to your spot
to be alive
Just think it all started you fussin' with three guys
Now ya pride in the way, but ya pride is the way
You could fuck around, get shot, die
words I said to him, 3 words
I love you
I wanna start them off in more brigther way,
I mean it with you
Cuz I don't think we're just friends
This
Reflexions of the Disillusioned
By Jeff Knight
Dedicated in loving memory to Jerry Wayne Smith and Willie Mae Smith
“You courageously
three or four
And the house will be a-shakin'
From the bare feet a-slappin' on the floor
Hell when you hear the music you just can't sit still
If your
hope
Our time spent was not wise
I'll see you later 'cause there's no such thing as "goodbye"
There's no more reaching you
By now you should have gotten
goin' Meghan on you neeks
I need the best seats in the house
When the truth unfolds, it's gonna be one hell of a scene
Harry listenin' from Heaven
you sent me this note?
What's all this nonsense?
Of course not!
Don't look at us!
She's not with you, then?
Of course not!
We're in the dark ...
hard to let go
Still I get in my zone
And maybe write you a song
Fuck all the exes and forget all the hoes
3am talks become midday thoughts
You got me
crying with you
How the hell you supposed to live if she keep firing at you
I got a thing for bad bitches
She a felon of hearts
Got arrested by her lust
Either or? Mon cheri amour
See, why you need your heater for?
The super villain slid in your party for free
Warn a emcee, get outta here kid, you bother
Gangstas ba-by, Dogg Pound Gangstas (Hey Daz)
[Daz]
I heard of a lot of dope ass rappers and I'm down with 'em
In deed we all smoke weed and clowned with
my house
'Fore I grab you by your hair and slap dick to your mouth
Bob Digi, yeah you know who is he
Girl, I fucking slave trade your ass
a few in a Rover's rear
We havin' a good time, don't ruin it overs this
You see why we asks is to see ID
Cause girls will do anything for some VIP
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