Lyrics:
you (by you)
I just told a bad bitch "Slide through" (slide)
Two-seater, hop in, she can ride through (ride)
Whip the Ferrari through the Chick-fil-A
these streets
Through worse or through better health, survivin' by any means
We as Americans, us as a citizen
We as Samaritans, what do we get us in?
money
You might reinstate the draft and I'm gettin bummy
So I clear my head by goin testin testin one two testin
And countin my blessings
And pray for
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
when I was on vacation
There's a letter in the mailbox now and this what it says
I got fined by the HOA again
I put a shed in my backyard
For storage
If I was president I'd probably be
In the white house smoking DMT
Have a talk with the FBI
About why my ex left me for another guy
If I was
letters in the sand
Our passion's washed away and so the tide rolls in again
With the morning storm brings another cloudy day
Lt's getting harder day by
of living
New way of looking at life
He had an '84 International and two kids
He left back home with his wife.
He was tired of writin' letters
glow
Sugar is sweeter when cold
Sugar is sweeter when cold
Sugar is sweeter when cold
I'm just teething with stuff touched
I reach peak marked by height
a beach, so you rot in the wave
Man, I'm so glad that Guwop out
And rap fans still give a fuck what 2Pac 'bout
I'm right here, I don't give a fuck who hop
New way of looking at life
He had an '84 international and two kids
He left back home with his wife.
He was tired of writin' letters to himself
surprised at how when flickered through
The wings flew by spelled out my name
Six months went by the summer lost
Obsessively the letters dropped into my
and sayin’
"Stick 'em up mother" we want's what our's
(Son rise why you want?)
Yeahe word to Kane nigga stay two gun's up
Killer Kadafi they stupid?
(Yeah)
(ALPHAS ONLY)
(Straight up)
2 50 round side by side
Drummer boy play like Cannon Out Wildin'
Word got out 'bout that boy fire
Now my notes
land
Am
Walkin' down an alabama road
And he went by the name of william moore
Now what are you doing william moore
D g am
Why the letter in your
and a pistol by his side
Well he road up to missy mouse's door
Well he road up to missy mouse's door
Well he road up to missy mouse's door
And he'd been there
the last of my loot
Hedonists in 909, trailer park Columbine
Tina taken by FBI's
Uncut kilograms, two dead in the ambulance
Life was just a new way
times in a day
Thirty two interrogations, Seven days after that
Fourteen of us convicted
Twenty-four hours to pack
Letters sent to our parents
All of our
the stock of letters tied in blue
The letters had been left there by a young girl there were ten and as I read the first
I found that they were from a boy in
Overpopulated with Mexicans and young black males,
I ain't tellin' the tale, so we choose heaven or hell,
Don't care about letters from school,
We'd rather
Apology Letter to My Past Life
Here it goes
Another page ripped out
Another diary I promised to keep thrown
Photos only left in my memories
can't no one out side infiltrate this no limit organization
so prepare yourself prepare for a battle
chorus 2x
real niggaz going to ride playa
comets go whizzing by
And everything's shaking with a strange delight And here it is: the enormous night
And oo my eyes
They're lookin all around
featuring Fiend Mystikal
Chorus: Master P (repeat 2X)
Here we go Here we go Here we go (BE BOUT YO BUSINESS)
From the south to the west
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