Lyrics:
had
To make a stop i'm trying
To make it pop cooking trying to
Make it lock I'm trying
To eat fast but I ain't mix a
Lot and I ain't imitating pac
Doin'
make it pop
Cooking tryna' make it lock
I'm tryna' eat fast but I ain't mix a lot
And I ain't imitating Pac
Doing impressions of Big
I'm the greatest
the minute
You cream your jeans
You say "Baby do you wanna
Ride my sound machine?"
She'll say "No" but she'll laugh and
Drop the gun I think?
And say "Do you
niggas suffer
Before you can even think about making a move I'm already on it
I'll have to beat your ass to the punch cause the stong survive only
blasphemy don't mix unless you add a lil vodka leanin n grinnin
sin n blasphemy , sit i don't pray i just trap to make a dolla
killas ice nice mix blood n
all it takes and it's like, here we go
Thorough type niggas that control the streets
Rollin' deep, holdin' heat, don't even think about sleep
When we
He only think about lettin' his Mac spit
He like fuck who he hit me it bothers
Cause he know I'm with 'em it regardless
If he keep wildin' out he's
on the way
It was just the four of us uptown corners
Peabody street venturing off Georgia
I never hugged no corner
That is not an ice-cream
Truck that's
and my niggas the BIG3 and I'm Ice Cube
You really a MC? Get the mic but you
Silly you think you can rip me. You can try to
My crew ain't got a lot
of the press too
You write about me, I write about you
You think I'm violent, but listen and you will find..
My Lethal Weapon's my mind!
A lethal weapon..
the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you want to get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it
the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you want to get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it
fuckable
Some niggas ??, dumb niggas suffer
Before you can even think about making a move I'm already on it
I'll have to beat your ass to the punch cause
night
Think about things thats wrong and how to make it right
Ice cold bottles of brass, time flashes
A hundred blunts passes
Before the God asked us
not how it always how it is Uh-uh|I think twice now about having a child|And bringing 'em into a world that's chaotically wild|Oh I ask why it got be
grass lighters
[Opio]
Niggas think I got punched by Rudduck
In the stomach the way I bust from the gut & get
G's by the hundred but
That don't matter
even think about sleep
When we creep, niggaz goin down for the count
It ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money out
C'mon fella, you don't want the dog
still takin' rappin' for a joke
A passing hope or a phase with a rope
Sometimes I choke and try to believe
When I get challenged by a million MCs
I
me MC Delite a/k/a Shaheed
Here to teach and lead by my rhymin' spree
Make the crowd yell 'ho' when I go solo
Yo Wise, give me a taste of what you
this broke shit,
my PTSD way too much to cope with,
on probation but I got to make this dope flip
I used to think about my life like it didn't matter
Strictly fam members only
Aiyyo, aiyyo, great minds think alike
We used to drink all night, think about things that's wrong
And how to make it right, ice
only
Aiyyo, aiyyo, great minds think alike
We used to drink all night, think about things that's wrong
And how to make it right, ice cold bottles
poppin' tags
100 Thousand that was stashed inside a duffle bag
This come up way to easy, I aint think this shit would last
Boy, I was doin' the dash
20
well.
Which only led me to more heartbreak as I though about all the fights
That have been started by two sides and neither one of them was truly wrong
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