Lyrics:
of love
Like Dreamers do
Touch your heart -
You've the grip of broken heart
Oh we are daytime friends and nightime fools
Wanna play this game
you
What they gon do when I walk in the spot
Me and bro we goin to pull up with chops like
Wonder why niggas be talking to hot
Niggas told me they shot
on your backside
Only if you act right
Dammit you doing it
Doing what you're doing
You're doing it to me
I picture you doing it to me like uhh
I only
Range, what's his game?
Was he kickin it like he love his train, full of octane?
Stop playin, know you ain't fall for that
(Yo he's pagin me) Ang'
of Fijians
Fear started creeping
Made me wanna hide
Little did we know
The Holy Spirit was our tour guide
Now we on the move
Double edge sword
You know what
of weed, a brew, and the track that we're doing
For you and yours, full of glitter style
Showin all my skills like a stripper, baby, hit me with some shit
nothing that you can bleep out
Defeated niggas still tryna step to me
How you tryna play games with a referee?
I was broke last year all by myself now
doing in this business
Not using their words to express truth
Out in the streets with a screw loose
On the Westside I got the juice
Just tell me what
squad like Fat Joe nigga
I dog the cat yeah your bitch call me Odie nigga
Flag on the play I got a first we gone decline
I whoop you bad staples in your
KWIRK
What are you people doing here? You aren?t allowed on the bridge! You aren?t even off the surface!
MOBSTER number two
Just stick it up your
divorce. It's because people wake up next to a stranger. They say, Who the hell are you? What are you doing in this bed? Where's that man that used to do
left your dawg shitty
I'ma make these niggas hate me, ain't no love up in my city
Momma tell me you need to slow down, can't be movin' with no purpose
you understand then you throwing P's
While you stand with me
P-Town, charged up like batteries
Mo fuckers is So down
It's an understatement to gravity
your soul
I do not play with my life
Ah ah
You are the one doing time
Ah ah
You had a talent of gold
Instead you went and sold your soul
What you know
you know that I got Mag in (what?)
Ask me am I only rappin', you know I got that bag in (you see it)
Band man like Lonnie (Lonnie), want my head, come
Joe C.: Kyle's mama is a big fat bitch
She's tha biggest bitch I know
And she stinks like shit
Remember back in tha day when she was skinny
Now she
see It don't
Always work like that
Like russian roulette
With a full clip
Think it'll fool me
Nah its revolving around me
Cause I'm the one that'll rule
the quiet shit fool you i know the real jab
Enemies of progress keep the bros high
Can't indulge in shit today i was doing in 05
No lie you say it's up i'm
cheap labor and fat profits by selling, to you
Before you say what I think, take a deeper look
Why are these people so poor that they need this work
No
We so thuggish ruggish
(The motherfucking war iz on)
You better suit up and do like Krayzie Bone
'Cause the motherfucking war iz on
What you gon' do,
shame on you
Fool me three times then I guess I can't put blame on you
For the time that I was with you I felt comfortable
I was doing things with you I
created the whole Earth
So money ain't evil
It's what you do to get money
Thats the evil part
Everybody round me getting doe
If you don't think big you
don't run me, okay?
I'm talking to you, let's- (yeah, what's up nigga?)
(What the fuck's wrong with you?) Man
Yo, nigga, what's happening fool?
You
vanity with the music louder
The same song
A black flower
I'll show you how to
Dye your thirst
Dye your thirst
Dye your thirst
What are we doing
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