Lyrics:
yo' ass just stay the fuck home
Check it out, uh, me and mines at the door, ain't tryin to pay your fees
Stop playin, you fuckin' with me, I push my
at you, look at my attitude, it says my life's too real
Check out my ice grill, baby I'm cold as ice
Like I'm from Brownsville, but my Bed's in the Stuy
Gresham Park where your moment get defined (Get defined)
The story of my life (The life)
Way before I ever wrote a rhyme (Way before)
Have you ever done
them all lean back, like Joey Crack
Check, check out my melody
Fuck my enemies
Every girl i'm attracted to want a wedding ring
Shit I know im the man
But
at you, look at my attitude, it says my life's too real
Check out my ice grill, baby I'm cold as ice
Like I'm from Brownsville, but my Bed's in the Stuy
naked hoes's doing my promotions
Rats n roaches baseball coaches
That was '82 now I stay by the ocean
In a 3 story while I while I read all this
Jap on my
My sweet disciples, in rage we trust
Covered beneath your pride
What is it like to die?
Cowards side by side
How does it feel to die?
City of dead
on Venice Beach
I said, "Hello, hello, hello," to the sea
And all the people walked around me
And all their pretty little stories
Were like smoke on a silk
care, I never did care
I was too slow off the Codeine
Give a dub to a dope fiend
Double salute to the OG's, it's 300 in Zone 3
I do my dirt by myself
Cougar, you're my sugar
You've seen it all don't wanna compromise
Cougar, you're my sugar
I just get turned on by your tired eyes
We're too far gone
she send me months ago when all she really wanted was sex
Switch a story cuz the ending didn't fit for the check
I'm surrounded by what couldn't ever
said after the party
Oh Lord got me telling stories like loddy dotty
And now I realize
That I must have been hypnotized
By your world true silky thighs
you know my story right?)
Yeah, baby (show those crabs how to rhyme)
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
It's only like five percent
chick
Richie Rich himself, couldn't get in my bitch
She not impressed by cash, boo got her own stash
Boo got her own house, bought her own S Class
my life in one night
Oh is that right, I don't wanna do
No background check right now
I just wanna chill for the night
And build for the right
respect
If you represent ya set, till ya 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' 'em
some survive the game
Some just get they names in the stories to be told
Why the young never make it old
Now to my hustlaz slangin' cain
I said some
remember the words to
I guess I lose my mind with you by my side
Give me all of your rainy days, your freckled smile your silk and lace
we could burn up by
watching my artistry spin
In the place where war be, based on a true story
Territory was made for me to pursue glory
Blast alone masses in zones have
Island?)
In Vallejo naval houses
Havin' a roof over my head was my allowance (for real)
The oldest of four, young adults (adults)
Surrounded by grief,
you know my story right?)
Yeah, baby (show those crabs how to rhyme)
RZA, Chef, the Ghost and Nas, nigga is the prophet
It's only like five percent
And she had silk in her eyes
And she had words that were sweet
And I bounced across the street
My bed of grief is warm, though
And I face the birds eternal
the Dominican Republic
I went from chopper, boat to boat
Back to chopper like fuck it
C.E.O's gold dig for my nugget
But my minds protected by hammers you
Lemme tell y'all a lil story about myself
This right here is a true story, check it out though
[Verse 1]
Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality
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