Lyrics:
homies in a hurry, they're relocating to the cemetery
Got me worried, stressin', my vision's blurry
The question is "will I live?" No one in the world
homies in a hurry, they're relocating to the cemetery
Got me worried, stressin', my vision's blurry
The question is "will I live?" No one in the world
these money hungry bitches getting suspicious
Started plotting and planning on schemes, to come and trick us
But thug niggas be on point and game tight
getting suspicious
Started plotting and planning on schemes, to come and trick us
But thug niggas be on point and game tight
Me, Syke and Bogart,
I, opened up shop at 13
Dimes, dubs, quarter sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my
sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around
sacks and O-Z's
From hand-held, digital to triple-beam
Now my pa-ger's an e-mail flip screen
Expanded my game off into amphetamines
Looked around
green, pickle tree ornament!
It was mail-ordered and arrived noticeably bent.
I think it also had a slight dent
Someone obviously had an accident
met
by the lastset of the sun, armageddon, no question to answer, disaster
results from behavior patterns. Earth lay raped, escape to saturn in
a lifes a lively escape
Trying to pray
What's life like this
I ask everyday
Had many questions
Limited answers
Soul up for ransom
Voice-mails to God
Talks
niggas with the pick n roll
I used to ask questions now I shoot first
I mean I don't judge covers
But I read 'em first
A square fit in every circle
Who you
or compare me to an opponent, man
Don't never question or worry about shit
Worry 'bout what I'ma do to a mothafucka
First time switchin' up the vent, I
on me to walk in my calling
See I was falling into this dead zone of life that had me asking you the same questions
So who are you? By the end of this
want a part of this
Beef is when you get a finger in the mail and now you question where your daughter is
See everybody tryna step in the butcher shop
and plannin on schemes, to come and trick us
But Thug niggaz be on point and game tight (yeah)
Me, Syke and Bogart, wrap it up the same night
Got problems then
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