Lyrics:
starve yo
Dime in the crib, tip-toeing on the marble
Rockin' all this ice, I'm just tryna hide my scars tho
Somethin' bout that Wraith and them lights,
Still I ball like there's no tomorrow
Until it's over and that's all she wrote
TIP told me on this ho tip, best tip I could give you to hip you
Is
your girl, and you love her
You should tip her (ayy), you should tip her (ayy)
If she fix you eggs and grits in the morning
Man, you should tip her
face
Getting forced
To the floor (in a league of your own)
And either way
You're way too close to it all (you cannot veto the world)
Like your
soul
And wouldn't change by the change, or the game, or the fame
When he came in the game, he made his own lane
Now all I need is y'all to pronounce
People it's just easy to do
Well, a I know'd a man
The name a Old man Mole
He got so happy
He pull off all his clothes
He's doin' the Suzie Q
He's
gonna have a good time, alright
Dancin' and freakin' in the sunshine on our faces
Not being told who we are by anyone
If you wanna come around here
Well,
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
"Don't look at me goddammit!
Ayo Q, you want a piece of this?"
City filled with this filthy air
Evil pump in my blood, how dare you to stare
Never
on the tip of my tongue
For the only non-stranger next to me, soon she'll know
(let ?em stare)
If I could
I think I would give in
And let you in on how
you'd say it's alright, and that it was true
But right now an answer, is all I need from you
We need some Q & A
Q & A
Q & A
That's what we need
you gonna get some dick today
I walk in with my crew and I'm breaking they necks
I'm looking all good I'm making her wet
They pay me respect they pay
romance
Was on the strict Q.T.
So if you want your freedom P.D.Q.
Divorce me C.O.D.
I won't be around
To hear you cry
I'm Texas bound
And by and by
You
me
Smack dab in the middle right now
So Ray can rock and roll to satisfy his soul
That's all right!
A lot of bread and gangs of meat
Oodles
three
Keep, change, flip
It's all that you need
To divide by a fraction, here's a tip
Keep, change, flip
To divide by a fraction, here's a tip
Keep,
It was gone by November or December
Shit, I am a winner, yeah
Came to this motherfucker with my Glock 40
Pull up, aw shit! Q in the Audi
Swagged up
about this shit partner
Every move is so watched by these rich boxes
So why should I lose all my rich sponsors
I'm gone then you suddenly hip hoppin'
felling fear (fear)
The sound is playing like a Q-tip digging your ear (ear)
Mama Zula stands for positivity, knowledge, and grace
I never run my piece
I got a college bitch, stripper ho
Hit the club monday night just to tip a ho
I got a corporate bitch, she my corporate broad
Buy me all type
Now that word means a whole lot to me
Now what I mean by that, it's simple as this
You gotta open up your head
Matter of fact, open up your mind
And let
comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw
Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back
Man with a broken heart? Once upon a time
I go to church and talk to God
Now I'm thinking to myself
Hollow tips is all I got
Now I'm drinking by myself
hard for all this wealth
For the first two bars for how all of it felt
Ayy, still in the field like inner field
Or M-O-B play centerfield
Rain
Day", and started to spray
It's 1800, he pulls an AK
Hollow tips started flyin every which way
That's when I seen Dre in trouble and came with
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