Lyrics:
you the world was yours, now you in a cell
Center of attention, now you by yourself
Always did the shopping, now you're on the shelf
Next time you
Molestation multiplied by a million percent
Your aunts and uncles, niece and nephews all align with the shit
History shows for speaking up my whole life is
But she get trashed on the car hood by Hoodstock
We got good stock
and size does matter bitch, that's why we slang good cock
Back the thirty eight
left
Gettin' money by the truck loads
Rollin' up Big Fat El Productos
Before I drank V.S.O.P. Remy
I used to drink that MD 22
Woodgrain and reverse 8
wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate, sex on the first date I
Number 8 on N.W.A., "Straight Outta Compton"
Pull up at your apartment sitting on 20 somethings
And the dope boys holling "what's happening", kid running
It was the night before Christmas
When all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Not even a mouse
The stockings all hung
By the chimney with
cause I sleep with a HK
Tre-8 then missed it in for red
(Mia X)
Another braud ass nigga
on this back then if it is on your mind
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthaf***as even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly, on me
My army, n****z decieve swiftly
Look
the fuck out the house
[Scarface (Jay-Z)]
I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass
Sitting at the exit row, by the do'
(I got a hoopty from
Learn 'em by heart, so you never forget the rules
A room full of smart people never forget the fools
They all want to shine, but they don't ever get
nod
I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline
Zero fucks given
I make her come to the condo butt naked
Cause bitch ain't no stealin'
She still
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with
and mommas is hurtin'
Why you wanna murder me?
You never ever heard of me
You don't know who I am
I could be part of your family tree
Now sent by G O D
she spilt a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin
Woo-wooo-woo,
Ah-ah-ah,
Woo-woo-woo-wooo.
(One.) Thou shalt never love another.
{Thou shalt never love another.}
(Two.) And stand by me all
picky
Whassup Nikki? Down for a quickie
Get your lil' Dickie and your Mickey and you're straight
And gotta be at work by 8
Called you last night, you
trigger pullin'
that's how we be
loadin' clips then release
eight deep
in the three-hundred E
leather seats
and in the trunk artillery
up the streets
thinkin' 'bout shit I never had
Pass through the W.S. neighborhood
Knowin' I can do my best in Westwood
Cut off by a white BM, driven by a yuppie
He sticks
I'ma soldier!
Stick in my chrome receiver, and I fins to get it on
Influenced by the dolja
Blastin' at the rollers
Callin' couple of soldiers
disappointed friends
And by the way you're on at eight, that's when the show begins
Oh, Aaron, what are you going to do?
(Man)
You make big promises oh so
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
'Cause the powers that be be, tryin to fight me
Standin' at the crossroad but I wasn't by myself
Some take the right and, some take the left
But lo
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