Lyrics:
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave, I see them change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you, the devil's
'bout the mall
Man I had to order that
Two K's Key and Kell you know
I want all of that tell you how to lead the
Game ima fuckin quarter back
One thing I
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
A hundred years after that…fucked
A hundred years after you get free you still getting fucked out of jobs
And shot at by police you see what I'm saying
Cuz
Nigga we not playin!
Zero tolerance for that fake
Shit get shot playin! That's how we on it
Yeah it's rap 'til we start sprayin!
When you see
this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to fight
We can
The dominant will resource and calmly script crews and world wars
Yo, you better practice what you preach
I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each
Never interfere
The dominant will resource and calmly script crews and world wars
Yo, you better practice what you preach
I got 7 MC's at 10 G's a show each
Never interfere
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Niggas wonder why
You could bring your crew, but we remain true
Motherfucker, still ballin'
Now everybody wanna see us dead
Two
Locked it wit me, your legacy live on with me continuously
Tremendously I blow weed deep in my memory
You still breathe, your face show through your seeds
you playin' life
Wit a man who lives by the sword
And dies naturally against all karma and laws
What, speed on and get peed on
You wanna take
was funny.
But who's the dummy
now you done lost the hustler
my down-ass brother gonna be replaced by a bustler
and though I got love for you
I know I
2Pac
From this block to your block
You can tell the kids nod
One Nation, fuck around and
Get shot, you know, one Nation
Eastside, Westside, ha ha ha ha,
muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got a cape on ya, fine
You'll be wearing a black suit a long time
I put your crew in hard bottoms
of the question, stop the guessin
it's hot, flows provin I pack cause my dough's movin
My whole crew up in this muh'fucker
We spray corners, stand there like you got
in the hood we get respect
So you better show respect
In this game we get respect
2 Vers: Myt
We back homie my bro still watching my back homie
on?
I'm all in, put it up on the board
Another rapper shot down from
The mouth that roared
1, 2, 3, down for the count
The result of my lyrics, oh yes
to dashin'
I mastered the game, accurate aim put two in you
Slappin' your dame, jump back in the range
For this hover dough
Rapidly gunnin' the floor like
It's no coincidence how you come show
Up in my hood
Up to no good, huh
Walk in and smell the acrylic
Walk in and smell the acrylic
Me and my crew
the fucking spray-can
Shots in the crowd then everybody ran
Crew I'm finna slay, the street life I crave
Shots hit the enemy, harsh turn brave
Mount up
Ladies and gentlemen
Welcome aboard Official Nast' Airlines, flight 98
Yo, kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs where you
on
[Verse]:
Aiyyo, aiyyo
E-lec-tric slide on them niggaz
Drive by on them niggaz
Show'em that killas is live and fly figures
Fruit-flavored Nikes
Now
the root of all evil and the Devil just waiting to meet you
So once upon a time in the lives of Two brothers
The oldest didn't give a fuck about His father
What we have and what we do are two different things
This is your choice, I ain't saying nothing, you got to pay
This is your fault, you made a poor
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