Lyrics:
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
line went over a lot
Of heads: stocking cap i'm wavy
Came here to do niggas
Greasy what's poppin' Smack?
You got them raps
The unfortunate wanna take
a passion
Stand over you smiling 'til I hear
Sirens and now I'm dashing
Life's a bitch and then you die
That buck that bought the bottle
Coulda struck
bitches
I'm hittin' sixteen switches
My money over bitches
The struggle continues I'll miss you
On my road to riches
I'm contribed to strive never laggin'
Gettin' freaky in the club
That money
With the pretty kush taste like honey
By the way she's windin' it on me
My goodness girl you're so freaky, you're so
made me a burger on the stove
And she said it's gettin' cold
Guess I better let her know, uh
I'm finna start comin' over here
I'm finna start comin'
Aftermath, gettin' money
West Coast get ya ass up
You know what this is
Crusin' down the street
Watchin' biatches roll by pimpin'
You, that's all I
shony shony shony mack
(But the record says the yellow niggas gettin' loose)
Yo E, tell him who the fuck you are
Yeah nigga, I'm the pimp behind
how you see around it, yeah
All my demons come from round here, yeah
[P Double]
Over night shifts, I’m over tired, overriding what my mind says
I keep
of the year
i'm a mourn you til i join you
chorus x2
everybody:
we'll mourn - that's what we'll do
we'll mourn - till we're with you
my life till I air on the mic
Instead of harnessing arien light
I’m gettin’ high (say it again for me)
I’m gettin’ low (shake your hips for me)
Chea you could get got on the spot
Shot in the club parking lot from the AK
I’m shootin’ ‘till the trigger get hot, ahh
Pull my sleeve over my hand
're used to those fly-by-night boyfriends
But what you really need is me, woman
Always up in the VIP
Always yelling out, "Drinks on me!"
Always all
a bitch then you broke
You pull up on me gon' get hit in the lobe
Choppa' gon' flash like it was a strobe
Now I'm gettin' shows all over the globe
Now I'm
names and make fun of you
(Ho) But me the Lyte
I'm into speakin the truth
Like a watchtower, hour by the hour
Lyte is rhymin, perfect timin
Milk keeps
VERSE 1 ]
Before this jam starts I'm simply stating
You have all waited, now you can stop waiting
Shall I ease into the disses, go 20, then 30
Or shall I
[Voice - 2Pac]
It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat
[Treach]
Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot
Over the past year
Keep that drama over there
cin't no drama over here
Keep it over there
Cause there ain't no drama
Iced wrist, iced chain, lemonade (ice)
I'm sitting
Getting made over
From a civilian to a soldier
Covered by his grace
Luckier than a four leaf clover
Lord hang on to my wings till I'm with you at peace
manager, this is a massacre
But ain't over with, I'm coming out swinging with an open fist
You know the bizz you don't wanna roll with this
Better be warned,
holdin' on till the end
Oh it's been hard enough gettin' over you
I don't think that I could say goodbye
I made a promise to myself
And this one I'm
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
gettin' bucks like OJ Mayo
Wait till I get off this juice
Baby why you acting so rude
I'm in a blacked out Range Rov rippin' down Rodeo
I be gettin' bucks
gettin' slept on for
Oh why we walking with the rep up for
Waited by the cavity law
You know it if you came up poor my nigga
Picture a bus up north
You
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