Lyrics:
the fuck goin'
Bruh my nigga, we startin' a movement
(You damn right) now listen, I can't spit
(He ain't lyin', he is not him)
Aye, but these niggas though?
there for tea
They lost one more they're down from four to my favorite number three
But they're still quite spicy as the orange flavor
And oh so nice
by a barrage from a M-16
But to each his own, choose you mobile phone
Choose a tailored suit, the luxury home
You'll never get caught, 'cause you
Y'all niggas know me, cause I do my thang, mane
You look, you goin' see, G-Unit's my gang, mane
You front on me, I pull out the thang, thang
well
When it's all done, I'm probably going to hell
And I wanna make sure the story they're gonna tell is
I'm a real nut coming outta my shell
And I
It's 'cause I know you're goin' through it
(Forrest Beats)
I'm holdin' all my feelings in
When you told me I don't know why but I didn't believe
the trey, it's black but the grip is great
Gang hit about 25 of the 12 that's Christmas day
PTSD from the time that I ying dat man had me feelin' all
niggas is trigger happy, got Pataki scared
This town ain't big enough for both of us and I ain't goin' nowhere
There it is, plain and simple like Jigga
I don't like being alone
But they'll wake up when they're ready
Sometimes I hate not being at home
Cause I feel like no one gets me
Sometimes I don't
'm contemplatin suicide
Horse asked me for the Mac, he gave me dap, one love
C***ed the strap, then he ran out the back
Mad shots couldn't tell what was goin
But I don't give a fuck give a fuck give a fuck
Because I lost all my bucks I lost all my bucks
I lost all my fucking trust
'Cause it's the
L-O-R-D
to the bar wearin'
'Cause when the girls put on the starin'
I love watchin' all this dancin'
By the girls who are as about as luscious acting
Rude girl
word and hand shake are all you need
Folks know if they're falling on hard times
They can fall back on
Those of us raised up down home
When I was
and they never get home
I wouldn't change it even if I could
You know what they say, man, it's all good
It's all good
All good
Brick by brick, they tear you
distribution and letting off MAC rounds
Home invasion robberies, we ran in that crack house
Took them niggas paper and all of they packs out
It feels like
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
by a garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak is all she said
We jumped in
shipping it out like I'm depot. I Am evil but
Cool like Doritos and me and my amigos turning illegal
The home of the Beatles and people that greet you but
foreign that's never loaned, nigga
Always speaking my music straight from the soul, nigga
My business partners Jewish but I'm all nigga
Still ghetto that
When they're talkin' all over me
Hey, hey, whoa, yeah
If I could only find a way to make you understand
Hey, hey, whoa, yeah
If I could only find a way
remorse
Time to fuck it up
Intercourse
Drop on the spot
We take it by force
We steady goin up
Well of course
Make big moves
Uh
Like a heavyweight
I done
[DJ: This is radio K-EAZY-E. Hi, this is Greg Mac. Mac Attack
And we're gonna go to the phones right now and find out what's
goin' on. Hello, who is
the microphone
When I met Joan, I took her home
She was just like a doggy all on my bone
I met another girl, her name was Ann
All she wanted was to freak with
don't the know the face without the scars
Without My Pain
Its never all the same
I ain't goin out without my pain
Without My Pain
It wouldn't be the same
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