Lyrics:
them digits/
If you lucky,watch it Tripple/
I been that Nigga/
You was just a late bloomer/
Bad taste in ya mouth/
From the Hating Rumors/
But fuck
foul play"
Bad news on soprano scene -
first Carlotta, now Christine!
Still, at least the seats get sold
gossip's worth its weight in gold . . .
What
From Connecticut, or from Louisiana,
Bad table ettiqutte, too much chatter,
Very well spoken, or real bad grammer,
I minority token, a brother in
From Connecticut, or from Louisiana,
Bad table ettiqutte, too much chatter,
Very well spoken, or real bad grammer,
I minority token, a brother in
I'm hittin' fences
Cops on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighing 155 in the city where the little niggas die
think I need a stroller
Pour up the liquor then ease my pain with a Corona
She knew I would of done anything if it was for her
Now I live in her dreams
to lose
Everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the bad guy
That one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck from a Glock
Tempered glass fly
Do
what you drinkin'?
Six months ago, hoe yo ass wasn't speakin'
Now I see yo face in every bad way stop
Tryin' yo plots since the CD dropped
I went
tree
Serpents round my leg, it's holding me
I live in my pain, I can't be free
Yeah let's talk about reality
Going through my mind solidity, certainty
I
but the city that dreams, for sure
If by dreams you mean in nightmares
L.A, I'm a dreamer, but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream?
L.A, I'm upset,
done brought out the best in me
I got a bad today
Came up to riches from rags today
Momma told me keep yo antlers straight cause' if you get shot that's
play my role on the block, then they'll say I'm actin' different
But, if I go back too much, then I'll go back to prison
My life's full of bad bitches,
much
Been really sinking in this mud
Might start copping by the jug let em judge
Tell 'em they ain't never walked thru such
Pain fuckin' with love I done
we doomed is just an obvious remark
And it don´t make you right it just keep you in the dark
I don´t want to live angry
I don´t want to live scared
it's the result of too much free time,
On dusty fingers, and it'll be a wonderful ride
A million bleeding hearts composing prose in blood
To live and die
"Stick Up Kid"
Rolling in my 2-door Monte Carlo
Looking for somebody I can borrow
5 or 10 dollars 'til tomorrow
I'm doing bad ya'll uh-uhn
I
balling Oj mayo
Big blast Gohan masenko
Can't catch me I live up to the hype
Up to the hype
Up up to the hype
Can't catch me I be way too high
Way too high
that's a fact
Only thing that i ever lack is my breath
And even that ain't too bad
Im just spurring these raps
Like the flu is too in my tract
Youtubing
been missin' uh
Tongue kissin' in the strangest positions
Givin' you a good taste
Of the thang's you've been missin' uh
Listen i can tell by the pain in
please
You don't wanna hurt me? Yes!
(? selector, I live by this hour)
Now I'm on flexin', dealing with perception
Young nigga
Young nigga fall in love
come to cane
And if she wait the 30 den I'm sorry, you a lame
I'm like a preacher in my hood this voice my only hope
I live by that Mary Jane, cuz ain't
picked a real bad time to be strategic
I think my life's bad picking up the pieces
Some folk already got their appointment to see Jesus
In this world
figures
She fell in love with a drug dealer
Bad B come to the Niz for the D now she wanna go meet and liquor
And I ain't too proud of my previous
Cah I say
the life we live middle finger to the sky
Painful memories I need to get high, this ain't the life I chose it's hard to get by
Uh I might cause a homocide
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