Lyrics:
She don't know money so she callin' you rich
You ain't got game so you fall for the shit
Spend it all in this bitch 'til it's gone and she split
Now
If you represent your set 'til you bite the deck
Who I be? I'm the Dee, nigga, check the file
Under G you will see not to sweat my style
I'm takin'
never seen a man cry 'til I seen Lance died
Never seen my pops cry 'til I seen my Grams died
And I'm here to tell him that I miss my Grams too
And I
free
There's blood in the streets, no justice, no peace
No racist beliefs, no rest 'til we're free
You've exploited and stolen the music, the moment
Stuff yourself with stuffing
Til you're stuffed til you're stuffed
Stuff yourself with stuffing
Til you're stuffed til you're stuffed
If you stuff
to pop my letter P's in the booth
How to control my vocals and spit poetically smooth
I could nail it, you knew
I was your brother 'til death
Back when
on every corner you post on
Poison potion give you my life on every
Track that I spoke on
Blow bullets 'til the barrel is hot
Enough to cook coke on
Phasers
Pop Rocks candy and even Jawbreakers?
What about the park and playing ball 'til dark?
Roller skates made of metal that left a big spark
Chased by
You got to
[Chorus]
Relax yourself or we'll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we'll whack ya down
Relax yourself or we'll whack ya down
Relax yourself
they
Made for themselves to lay in
Wait, wait, I got something to say
You know China
That country America fucked from
Behind something awful ’til
That
situation
'Cause you frontin' (you dig?)
Take a look at yourself
Take a look at yourself
Take one big look
Take a look at yourself (you dig?)
Take
down, 'cause I'm goin' down
poppin'. So muthafuck all coppers. Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
it three (just playin')
Club 'bout to close up
Girl, gon' make your mind up
Get you back to my crib with your feet up
Make love 'til it's kiss,
'Cause I'ma ride for my niggas, die for my niggas
Puff lye with my niggas 'til I'm high with my niggas
What you say Twin?
Ayo, it's off with his head
sucking on a soda pop
Well I bet she's still a virgin, only twenty-five 'til nine
You'll recognize yourself on heartattack and vine
Joey’s high on china
pride to the side (pride to the side)
Go against the gang, you must be ready to hide (ready to hide)
Swangin' on the corner, bang my TEC 'til it pop
in my Glock
And I stuff it in my pants so it's lookin' like a cock
I won't stop 'til I'm on top
Bands make her dance like pop lock drop
Two-door
Sweet street pussy
Gimme that gushy
Nasty stuff (nigga)
I took her
I like a red bone, pretty feet, slim waist, cute face
Girl if that's you
Sweet street pussy
Gimme that gushy
Nasty stuff (nigga)
I took her
I like a red bone, pretty feet, slim waist, cute face
Girl if that's you
trying to spread the message that was giving to me
Live in the house, hop in the car
Mentally drive that shit 'til you feel like it is yours
I'm just
inducted
In is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of (shame)
You fags think it's all a game
'til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and
Tell me what in
be 'til it's all done?
Total darkness and ease be in all one
I watch him die and when he dies let us celebrate
You took his life, but your memory
And fulfill your fantasy, baby in my hotel suite
And it's OK, if you want to party night 'til day,
I will do anything you say, just come to my hotel.
Girl you
be 'til it's all done?
Total darkness and ease be in all one
I watch him die and when he dies let us celebrate
You took his life, but your memory
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