Lyrics:
judged, call tha blue cross cops ran up
*freeze!!!*
-say please don't move too much, I think my man sat me up
-on a fact(? ) shining to much
Left you wet
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
doing
Swinging
There's your money in the bank, two step to that
Don't touch that knob there might be some jam on it
Too much jam on it Too much jam
everybody else I can't control emotions
Way too overwhelmed, got me overdosing
Think I ate too much, now I'm over bloated
Data not secure, I think I'm
stayed, I stayed too
I don't care if they had guns, man, I would never leave my dude
So they started walking up, I said let them get the one on one
But
like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' bom-bay
Your got
like thunder, I'm just too much
Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch
I'm an MC with lyrics that's the fuckin' bom-bay
Your got
eight lane
I passed by a thousand signs
Looking for my own name
I went with nothing
But the thought you'd be there too
Looking for you
I went
and bloods
Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs
Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they from
Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in
Too many inconsistencies, should have been a mistrial
As far as DNA bein' on that gun his was not
A witness said they saw a female take the first shot
explained, it's too much goin' on
Murder runnin' through my veins like heroin in a needle
How do you know when you got love from your people?
How do you
to cope (Damn)
"Can it be I stayed away too long"
All these rappers wanna talk about is guns and dope
Don't they realize, we all at the end of our rope
You've been way too cocky lately
You've been way too cocky lately yea
Showing out with your friends, that's shady
You've been way too cocky lately
No dirt on me you can’t make up a case
Too much water, I flooded the gate
Crystals on the bezel I could tell your fate
Say you dripping is up for
I don't feel far from winning
Boy this is not the beginning
A lotta folk think we the same cause we rap
But we are too far from twinning
They think
days
Tryna convince me it get better, naw, naw, naw, naw
I'd be lyin' if I didn't say I really miss my dawgs
It's so much of pain in us, always feel
the moth
By your mother and her mother--the weavers of your cloth
Your grandmother owned a gun in 1932
When times were bad just everywhere; you said
fists full of middle fingers, I got no time for high fives
Too rich for a drive-by, pay the pilot on my private jet to keep it low and do a fly-by
Take
battle, I win or I lose
Too much deposits, the bank I abuse
Giving my family brand new roofs
Travel so much everyday a new route
Love to my city, remember
the fucking support on my ends
Never gave a fuck
Never gave as much
Just tryna live by putting my all
Into everything I love
Everything I trust
Music ah mi life
Bounce, jump
Bounce, jump
Hands up
Don't draw the gun
Drawing blood
This a kids book don't draw the Blood
Bounce, jump
Bounce, jump
Hands up
Don't sound
enjoy yourself it's later than you think)
There's another thing I want to tell you too.
You love somebody very much
You'd like to set the date
But
this town
Outta this town & out of L.A.
It's all she loves It's all she hates It's all too much for her
To take she can't be sure just where it
to remind me
Of the guns and the early graves
The ghosts appear as I fall asleep
To sing an outlaw's serenade
[Chorus:]
Dyin' ain't much of a livin'
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