Lyrics:
running, duck in abandoned buildings
Ditching my gun, homeboy the motherfucking villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit list
So I
the cops come runnin', duck in abandoned buildings
Ditchin' my gun, homeboy the motherfuckin' villain
I live the lifestyles of drug dealers, but now legit
Hawaiian Sophie
God damn y'all been on my dick a long time
(It's murder)
Welcome to the Terror Dome
You error prone niggas sick
Roc-A-Fella clique thick
nigga is gone my best friend is dead
I'm feeling so empty a gun to my head
I'm chasing my dreams my battery on red
I'm feeling so empty a gun to my head
went and bought him a gun
He want revenge 'cause the pain, feelin' numb (Jesus)
And her mom still doing drugs 'cause that's the only time she feel
went and bought him a gun
He want revenge 'cause the pain, feelin' numb (Jesus)
And her mom still doing drugs 'cause that's the only time she feel
Yo, check this out
Once again, Smif-N-Wessun in the joint one time (yeah, yeah)
Puttin' you punks to this newness
In '94, you know what I'm
heat.. drive-by with Rule
Poppin shots through the sun roof screamin' "Fuck You!"
[Ja Rule] (01)
Ya'll niggas wanna dead.. (who?)
Then wanna ride.. (who?)
Ya'll feelin' my pain?.. I've been runnin' wild time and again
Ya'll swerve in my lane.. I'll pull up and start poppin' ya brain
Fuck knowin' these broads
the lead
(Empty clips)
Bullets cheap and I'm tryna see Red
(Pushing wigs)
Santorini Gun no bull shit (real shit)
Dead da bull Matador with a full clip
Tech
rest up
We scrape that, Land O' Lake that
My dolo rapper get you sent back
Represent the gentlemens who bent that
Flash medallions like Italians, la
Asics, (coke test) I ace it
I been rich, since 20, bitch
Gun right by the cash (what's that?) the money clip
This Gucci kicker got your girl in nuddy
Yea
Trust in God's process that's word
High so long that my vision blurred
Same bad hoes that'll call me first
Same old hoes I used to get swerved
My blessings no go pass me by (my blessings no pass me by )
I pray for happiness and I pray for long life (pray for long life )
Middle finger for
I'mma hit these niggas this time (La-la, la, la-la, da, da-da)
Try to explain to you buds, this shit is circumstantial
I am your friend, as sure
La La
La La La La
La La La La
La La La La
La La La La
I love it when you wind (wild)
As we dirty grind (grind)
Yeah love me long time
Yea I'm gonna
Yeah, yeah, one more time
Seventies shit, got the lean
Shit is leanin', it's to the left
It's just leanin', dribblin'
Like, like he gave it a bag
dead
Only time rappers start to act like my friend
Is when they in my
City looking for protection, they scared
I can't eat without my dawgs, they fed
I
rappers do
When it's on time, it's skull and bone signs at the stu
We got guns you only find on your cheat code screen
If you think I remind you of any
'Cause this ain't Broadway
I'll remind ya, I require
Time to re-stoke proverbial fire
And retire, a la playa
Because life is a beach anyway
I'm
Columbia Records
While dealin' with what the country Colombia jungles had left us
First time you heard of Nas, I prolly was under some pressure
Gun in
something
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high
You need git
Don't let the days of your life pass by
You need to git up, git out and git something
Don't spend all your time trying to get high nigga
You need git
Everybody dead man
We all dead cuz we all sin
Don't mind me I'm a dead man I died man
Christ brought me back to too many times man
His blood got my hair
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