Lyrics:
a fuck when they runnin' their life story by us
It's the worst when I'm in a hotel, like a Hilton sick and tired
Some of these housewives way too fuckin'
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
One time for your mind
Two times for Mumia, Sekou
Three times for my Brooklyn dimes
Seven times for pleasure
I don't trip, I don't trip
We don't
I can never tell you how it gonna end
But I never had or got the problem, when y'all wanna get some people in the building
Nosey 'cause the time we
You gone take them five? Or you gone take them to the trial?
And go get denied?
By that probation and you just got, caught with that fry
That
Some gangstas wanna head blast, cause I run with the red rags
Free Uno Ace Capone
The homie Keith Fudge, I got your back homie
LETS GO!
Crew,
shots in the Glock
Mixed a four with some purple, some pineapple crush
Now I'm leaning off the wak. I need mine off top
By any means, God know that I'm
just really wanna be hot as hell
A h.e.ll. double ackee sticks
I just really wanna ride out
And I slide out
Yeah that s***
Get kind of scary
And I pop
Dizzy found me last night
I saw some kind of new light
I woke up in a whirlwind
Just you watch my head spin
The spectacle that made you cry
It's
on the 11th, pain growing by the second
Lonely on the 12th, she trying love her self
Lonely on the 13th, she say nobody want me
Lonely on the 14th, listen you
(Yeah yeah)
Hated by the best (Yeah)
Off-White like Crest (Wooh)
24/7 yeah I'm working get no rest (Uh ha)
Out of this world touch the clouds when I left
the fun of it
And hating niggas know they fuck wit it
Oh lord I'm a different kind
Hate free I don't live a lie
Blu rags throwin crippin signs
So I'm in
outside of a mosque, and uh. Yeah. All kinds of shoes lying around. Yeah. I think it's an exchange program. I don't know, but I hope they like my
Maybe he's a lazy kind of lad
Don't forget he could turn into a prince in bed
Be sure that he's standing by your side
Cowards are a waste of time
Get
may there be peace
VERSE 7 (DOBBY)
Yo, many killed by your hand
Way more than you, could understand
Even your kids see what you got planned
So I got
The gutter with the vermin
I don't deserve to go North when I'm gone
Glenfiddich rivers, swan shaped bongs
And some big tittied angels
Floating over ponds
Prolly why promoters felt like we didn't deserve to get paid
We were loved by some hated by many
Years pass growing up now, we just met Benny
Fan base
really live my life by the book
Didn't sign the deal but I prolly could
That was once upon a time back in Hollywood
Where the drink at
Where the drugs go
fucked up way too many times
I know that I fucked up way too many times
Coulda had you in my arms you be on my mind
Second chance so I'm gon' play my cards
Shout out to California, that's what I'm smoking on
Pittsburgh in this bitch, Memphis
Throwed everything slow, Taylor's and some hoes
VIP smoking
me some time
But made him resign
Fimiliar with crime
He's now In his prime
Divided by mine
Took to many dimes
Im feeling my sign
You sour like limes
dick
Too many niggas, not enough hoes
And some of you niggas, acting like hoes
Stay to myself like loners do
Get high by myself, I'm not in the mood
all the dough
The scene: long beach yeah '86
Where: the liquor store nigga on some devilish shit
I went in to grab a drink but I came out a felon
If I could trade every city light
for that small town Saturday night
the kind that winds up down some dirt road lit by a full moonlight
we'd be sitting
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