Lyrics:
got will kill me It's like I hit the lottery,
But you tried some shit ima be on the kill spree
I came up with the bros, finessin' these hoes
Duck it
travel back to when
Your show was actually fun
It's shocking that FG came back from the dead
Just to be killed by Homer Simpson again
Who won? Who's next?
toward us. First there was the Priest striding quickly along in the rain. And behind him came four little boys all about 10 years old. They were carrying
knees, been around them Doub-Double Gs (??)
these homies id ride fo, i cry fo
and if it came down to it id die fo
reject Christ, the penalty is death,
I ain't tryna die by a trigga
I ain't tryna die by a nigga
I ain't tryna die on these streets
I ain't tryna die on my knees
I'm afraid to die
I'm
that he does, and it doesn't matter why, because he's going to die.
Okay, he was bit by a dog last week, that's why he limps. Okay? And it wasn't his
Uh ,Yeah , Ma Barker ,uh huh yeah , Prayah. They don't understand the movement you know what I'm saying. We been grinding putting in that work, we
to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
to the
Looking at the media they say I got a baby
On the way by Nicki I'm
Thinking the media crazy
Young nigga getting to the money
Dreams Worth More Than Money it
of the grass
Can't really see they brown
'Til you take away the water
Then they still 'gon let you down
Talkin' bout
I was green until you came into my town
Yeah
I never asked for nobody help
All I know money ain't gon' come by itself
When I get to the top yeah ima raise hell
Pushin' this dope ain't gonna die
your liver to the solid mental grace,
And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar,
Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against
need no vodka
They doin' Charlie Sheen just to keep a Big Papa
Hip-hop blood
No I'ma pimp by blood
I make hole in the street fillin' the back a the club
they ran into me
Me and Tanya remained cool
Amber's man was pussy
He ran to the block, and sent some niggas from another hood
They came back,
aimed at the critics
Then the labels came, now they say my name, sit back damn motherfucker I did it
God damn't I did it
A wise man once told me that it's
I just wanna live forever, even though the good die young (Yo)
Came a long way from stressin (It's Dilano), cold nights make my heart turn numb
I
worked pretty cheap
They called me a gopher for the sake of a name
I came to understand what that meant
It meant go for this and go for that
And the list
somebody name for it
Why every time somebody die do people look at me
I ain't do nobody nothing and it's f*ck NSG
I'm just wondering why they ain't never say
But I want 'em dead by Sunday
Do or die, bumbaclaut the only way
Murda scene another opp out the way
Put your guns up
Yeah, yeah
They keep
die, I bet when I die
I bet 'fore I die, I bet 'fore I die
I bet 'fore I die
I bet I die with what I came for dawg
I bet I die with a lil halo dawg
I bet
And here they are, Puff Daddy, Ma$e
And Lil' Kim!
How many niggas that'll die for you?
How many get the quiche
Slice the pie wit you?
I ain't
she sent me, and I cried for weeks
This what came out when I tried to speak - all I heard was
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
jacket?
Yup, they jackin', back the Maybach in
Everythin' I do, bitches wanna do it too
I guess-guess you just skip to my lou
I just came through, I
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