Lyrics:
was only twenty seven and she had five kids.
Coulda' been the whiskey,
Coulda been the pills,
Coulda been the dream she was trying to kill.
But there
was only twenty seven and she had five kids.
Coulda' been the whiskey,
Coulda been the pills,
Coulda been the dream she was trying to kill.
But there
around the car
By some midgets in the parking lot
I'm on acid
Hey, is that midget coming over here?
Eating doritos through a tree
A million spiders after
keep a tinny for survival
When the five-o, roll by in the one-three-five I blast my rivals
One-Twenty K, down the motorway
Speeding ticket from these
I got millions on millions so buying this shit ain't nothin
She pull up at midnight actin like she came to cuddle
She a second string but she want in
no pretending
Talking slick can leave your life close to ending
High dose in my beverage
Twenty four seven forever leaning
Jesus pieces across my chest
I think I might have passed this way before
About seven thousand three hundred and twenty six days ago
So much to learn so much to remember so many
too
That made me a bigger asset to the plug
But tell me how you feel when your plug tell on ya
Your partner in crime on thugs tell on ya
Talking 20
Mandela did not fight enough
And what not, you know
So much misinformation man
But that's South Africa man
Mandela went to jail for twenty seven years
Hahaaa
I know y'all wonderin' like
"What the hell is Flip doin' man"
"How he get out his deal?"
All you gotta do is take 2 million
And walk in
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I (DMX)love
[Chorus 1: Lil' Wyte]
Well I been trippin' for 10 hours on 3 hits of liquid microdot (I'm on acid - acid)
Gettin' chased around the car by some
Cash Money)
I'm sick of it, niggas illiterate
And I need me seven
Zeroes or somethin' legitimate
I done shot at niggas, and I been shot at
I done had
they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
And never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you know!
This is how it goes
My homies jealous plus they tell us that the phones is tapped
I watch my back twenty-fo' seven
And never let a busta send a G to ghetto heaven, you
Chiddy-chiddy bang bang, nothing but that Garden game
Who ride, and ? old records. Get your face re-arranged
'cause on my block, 24-7 fools be poppin they
lots of knots
Million dollar conversations while I'm smoking pot
Everyday I wake up I give it all I got
That's all you can do
Sexy lil thing ran
Hook
This feel like a win
Got that Masi in the wind
Yeah I been doin work work
Seven deadly sins
This feel like the one yung
You know where from
kick ass, leave scars
On Mars I built a school
To study life on Earth thoughts burst
A million rappers murdered in the first verse
Now what's worse than
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my
gathering by the thousands
Along with seven million people without a hope
I guess I have to face the fact as real
I think I feel my back up against the wall
are gathering by the thousands
Along with seven million people without a hope
I guess I have to face the fact as real
I think I feel my back up
The Seven Wonders of the World
And I can make you the eighth
If you wanna be my girl
When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman
That ain't my style
Need a real
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