Lyrics:
the worst I ever seen
I'm like Hol up Hol up
Shit get worser than it seem
I know a nigga on the tube
He live a version of my dream
See niggas from my city
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
drives by you
And the seventy three drives by you
This is where I am
This is who I am
This is where I am
This is who I am
I'll do what you did
We'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed
(To live and die in LA) to live and die in L.A.
It's the place to be (Let my angel sin')
You've got to be
Just vibe where you live and
Ride in the whip and
Fly with the kid bye-bye
3k sounds and the beat play out so
Everything goina be fine
Just vibe
they don't live where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
Didn't wanna see her cry,
But I seen her through the face of the mirror
they don't live where I live,
See my mom tried to be strong, my brother died
Didn't wanna see her cry,
But I seen her through the face of the mirror
to observe
I discovered myself within the sounds that I heard
In my surroundings
The acoustics were astounding
Pounding up and down my street
Singing out
1200 under the hood
better back up when I dash out
id get 3 more if i could
surrounded by ice and I cash out
why am I misunderstood
sometimes it
fuckin' era
And you should just admit it
Can't nobody do it better
Gotta Hood by Air sweater, this shit is M3
And I'm in a M3 till
My nigga Benji's we
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
cutthroat like that, nigga, I got it out the mud
That's on gang
(Keise On Da Track)
MO-motherfuckin'-3
Down by the river (that river)
That's where I
you witness
Been a while since you handled business
It's almost Christmas I'm already gifted
Forgive and give mercy my holly spirit
Always pass by
to live for
It's been raw, but David, I ain't never been this poor
There's no income, my boyfriend left me
So how the fuck am I going to survive when
the junkyard
A born terror, a rebel without a pause
I never had a good Christmas
So who is Santa Claus
I walk the streets at night with my head down
In this lil
and live another day
Trees and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the door
Hit the ride, hear my tires screechin' in the back
'Amonos, dámelo, caete con
look like a forest
You don't wanna fuck, you know right where the door is
Push it down like a night I'm performing
Don't give it up first night,
know how shit travel, word of mouth, have them kick-in boys all in my house
Knockin' down my glass door, tryin' to rip up my marble floor
But ain't
and out no further 1 - 3- 4
Skip 2 to be sure
So
Where his brother at?
I know he'll have my back
Always down to jack
Both be on the smack
Yeah, I called
drown, or get shot
When I take my last breath finish my sentence with three dots…
Living out my life like an ellipsis
Like every day is Christmas
And I'm
and scream out
What, what, what, what, what
Ameno Asid, feel me in the pit of your guts
And I live by the rules of not givin' a fuck
My team bout it, we come
quarter, and no quarter do we give
We're right down the street from the street where you live
They mutilated his body and they took out his brain
What
I hear people sayin’- all the time
How December comes, and it quickly passes by
(But It’s) always Christmas when I’m - ho ho holdin’
gone, 4
If they interrogate, I don't know what I saw
Like 1 gone, 2 gone, 3 gone, 4
Even if the feds come knocking at my door like
1 gone, 2 gone, 3
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