Lyrics:
he ain't never had like this show and tell
One shot Dillinger style, boy fuck that mac
Shoulder shot from the top cost 10 racks to put you back
AR
Where im from you gotta find a way its tough
A 9 to 5 just ain't enough
They strange as fuck
These niggaz not the same as us
And federallies wanna
Yo I knew you
Your size shoe was?due in voodu?
Always, smell like shit
Used to call you doo doo
Never came oustide, in the crib you hide
Scared
Haagen Dazs on the fist
Everybody got a price in this bitch
Life a bitch I went and bought the hoe a six
Abercrombie niggaz cornier than shit
Woah
New
it's the D-O-Gs
The K-U-R-U-P-T and the D-A-Z
Well, ah, you know how we treat hoes (fuck 'em)
Slam 'em on they back like dominos
Oh, how I don't
sayin'?
Windows up, drivin' through the city, smokin' an L for dolo
You know how we do
This shit I be thinkin' about is crazy son
What if Notorious
the derby, buy they dirty devils from me
to keep my paper sturdy, yo word G
I ain't afraid to get my hands dirty, you heard me?
I be D and fuck all that living
training
It starts off something like, "Shady's an insane maniac
Yeah, Slim Shady, that's a zany name, ain't it?"
Now all you need's an image to go with
Daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote
With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope
But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass
Startin' static with
up call, Just like Tommy did Stacks
The shit they trappin garbage, Stepped on like a welcome mat
$3000 for an entire life, Hell naw I ain't going out
all ass
By the Sunset Strip with a
Black and white blonde bitch
Pistol on the grip, yeah, I'm takin' no shit
(Boo yow) you see us as we ride by
Exit
a click that'll hit you like a thousand volts
The homies catchin' cases, robberies and assaults
It ain't my fault that my shit might hit like that
Listen
a click that'll hit you like a thousand volts
The homies catchin' cases, robberies and assaults
It ain't my fault that my shit might hit like that
Listen
The year is mine, the time is now
What, where, and how, ain't a question
Life's a lesson, filled with choices - trust and depression
Smokin 'ja and lime
You know I'm talkin' 'bout?
All these niggas talkin' all
This goddamn shit, man
Fuck that
We gon' bang out and ride
Yeah, Daz Dillinger, Kurupt Young
And if you wit' me (uh-huh) I know that you're mobbin' (c'mon)
It ain't no thing (uh-uh) it ain't no problem
(And if it was?) Mmh, I know that we could
shiny tiny Dillingers
Then bitches stopped calling and shit
So I had to leave like autum and shit
Bitches start calling again
Talking all foul ref ain't
the murderous methods of maraudin'
The Thunderdome, niggas had 'em squabbin'
Shit, all I know is you could talk that talk (this Dogg Pound)
And you best to be
dollars
It cost thirty to get a haircut
Teejay still ain't got one
You know I scammed all my barbers
I can't even get one
Bro, your shit looking trife
You
shit Wicked feedin')
Then all of the sudden I heard a voice say:
(Chill bro)
I ain't come to kill I come to school ya
And that's about the time I seen
have a gift, Jack)
'Cause starting a podcast doesn't make you successful
If you ain't bring shit to the table then you get dropped
That's why the amount
pipe do
Nah put da guns down bitch I'm finna fight you
Ain't wasting no rounds, but shorty your life due
Hade just talking, he do this shit often
High
run when you see me
We ain't letting it bang
So why the fuck did you leave your Like Mikes?
Have you seen your jacket and kicks?
How you talking
shit your man you can do.
He'll get hit through his shirt, through his vest, through his T,
Through his chest and when I'm done with him ain't a damn
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