Lyrics:
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
at your funeral
The Zig's on my hip with an extra clip
Cause I'd rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
La-di-da-di
Saturday night and we like
Sleeping Beauty:
It was a Saturday night me and my homeboys decided
to dip to the movies, and you know us.
Always on CP time. So we entered
of every night when your head's in the toilet
Yeah we party hard, give a fuck about employment
Kill the whole bottle we'll be spinnin' like a coin flip
just tryin to stack it up and leave it for my children
They say niggas wanna kill me but I'm still livin
Plus I'm in the street every day I don't get it
the call
Turn 'em to burton I hurt 'em by dropping the ball
You never right
Wait for my crew to come through and we'll fuck up your night
Asking for fights
I close my eyes spin
Take a breath and I picture us in a place
I can't recognize, cmon!
In the fire I call your name out dances
Up all night tryin
Normally angel's
By my side
Lately demons
Been the substitute
Destroyin my peace
Sleepless nights
How much
More can take
Wat don't kill ya
Make ya
to provide a brand new disguise
I'm just tryin' to understand what it's like
I never really had a chance to decide
They wanna kill me but I manage to fight
You and your friends look like
c star studded cast
Dress up on a saturday night
Out for a dance
Think every girl in every bar
Will want to know your
on the tabletop
She looked much fitter than Saturday just
She worked in JD's with Dan
Back then I figured she was pretty damn rough
But she was only wearin' her
your daddy last Saturday night
I finally admitted, he might have been right
Oh, all the times he told me that
You're just too good for me
You
random
Lemme fuck it up right quick
Like 12 with a night stick
Why they call 'em crip
Still bleed like a bitch
Yeah, Tripp got a stitch, no Lilo
Run from
I fell asleep last Saturday
Underneath polluted skies
I walked alone in those Jersey nights
And I
Saw the board walk start to fall
The empty ness
They can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatchin' purses
And bombin' churches
I get more pussy by accident than
Most niggas get on purpose
I
ridin' Late night, shades on up since 2 sum
In the Stu late, nights up Tryin' to make a hit, reminisce past life
straight slum in this life gotta pay you
need him
And I ain't tryin to gas ya up, I just call em how I see em
You know it makes me unhappy (what's that)
When brothas make babies, and leave
with her friends
Material girl, livin' in a material world
But it's alright 'cause it's Saturday Night
So mista funkmaster pump the Bee Gees
And all you
done, I know you're the one
You don't got to worry, no hurry
The night's still young
I'm just looking for some good clean fun
I am looking for one
the prefix of the abbot
I can kill every monster if I gotta, that's that
Rockin it, rockin it, clippership rockin it
Be the little guinea pig, dig?
I'm tryin
you send me
I got the mic in my hands like I'm Freddie
Night number five, she might, she might kill me
Everybody go around
Don't know who it is, but I
grace
Bang bullets by the gates, might hollow ya face
Me and Chef smark massive murder, kill 'em
I scramble anywhere in Shaolin, right in Castalano
Saturday night, you stayin' home now
Go to your room and sit alone now
Katie with the needle how
Look baby momma needs you now
Breathe now, God why did
Every since I was ten years old, I just wanted to kill Ray
If I ever see that muthafucka again I swear he'll be sorry
Every since I was ten years
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