Lyrics:
on the street, back on her feet
Clappin' the heat
She's dressed to kill
Iced-out head to toe, a snake in black
She's cleared, to, get ill
She's about
cook it up
I been rewired son I be all fired up
Look I'm coming back up from the grave there for 3 days now and i'm higher up
Gotta get back on the beat
Live back at 'cha Westside baby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggas know what time it is
(Makaveli
Live back at 'cha Westside baby
Aight fuck it, we gone flip some new shit now
You heard "All Eyez on Me," niggas know what time it is
(Makaveli
From the beginning at birth is where it started
With three strikes already against us when we departed
Our mother's wound, it's crazy they all knew
beneath your feet
Your body will be aching if you party with me
So feel this ground breaking lyrical decree
It's a one the two the three to the four
By
on another level
Guess what I'm still on my feet and yall don't like that
I hear you suckas striking for me but watch me strike back
You don't wanna see me
the ground
And one by one, the clock strikes twelve
We punch back in inside our shells
Inside our shells
All I do, all I do, all I do is work
All I do
you knew what is brewing
They're coming……
Paralyzed. Crawling inside me. Lifetimes in 3 years of the parasitic worms have altered the essence of my
up, I just back right down
When I’m frightened, I faint in a flash like “wow”
In a snap, lights out, and I black right out
So I think that I'm just
me I’ll leave you weak with the ten plagues
Set to me imma hit you with the lean
Back to back success feeling like a fiend
I’m impressed by the depths
When I was three feet tall
I played in the sand
Back then the whole wide world
Fit into my hands
It was smaller back then
The world was wild
all on my plate
All of the thugs in the back
They shooting craps and they got The strap just in case
So stay in ya place!
Who tryna play i came
started me?
I'll bring it to your front door
Like you ordered me
Back in this bitch
But a lot more rich
On my Papa Bear shit
Need hot porridge
Got
Ok so Deemus ain't a nazi but he's asking where the gas at,
cmare Stoudamire how im getting Nash to pass that
Softer than a muppet by your girl
like “I just wanna see something”
Had 3 strikes like Adidas
Ran it back like a rerun
Chill on me, kick ya feet up
Bad, you doing me evil
Lonely Heart
made that list
Wouldn't say it's burnt out I'll call it a crisp
Shawty suck my dick and she talk with a lisp
Imma count my strikes like one two three but
Check the link, counter-strike high ping. oh my goodness gracious, tremendous
Just get to know me, it's easier than counting 1 2 3
It's crucial to know
the walls of your state
Total confusion time to strike back
Who will react when the act is a fact
Like an acrobat I recover from the fall
And call out
Like a lost seed
I found it in the smaller things
On my new course
Redirecting currents
Internal alignment and restructuring chemicals
To detour this
humble
All of my guys, we keep it on hunnid
Never fold commas on my mind, but it's not the goal
I got three words, family over everything
Two feet, run it
yo luck
Boy that’s 3 strikes you through
Yeah imma have to test yo luck
Yeah aye
They Got me Back In the booth
These Bitches know I’m the truth
But
I been affected by all of the fakes
I been affected by all of the real
Yeah
I been affected by all of the fakes
And all the real shit around me
I
[Shock-G]
Three grinding mice
Trying to make a life called three strikes
The rat got three to five, two got life
Those Three Blind Mice
[Humpty-Hump]
Now,
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