Lyrics:
A million muthafuckas on the planet Earth talk that hard
Bullshit - 'cause it's all they worth...
No question, it's all about the D - O - E
So if money is
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
Taffy
Wonderin' how did y'all niggaz get past me
I been doin' this before Nas dropped the Nasty
My wallos I did 'em up
Them bricks I sent 'em up
My raps
Sittin' in from st. paul (we're the s-t-e-e-l-e-s) (l) (s)
Cutie pie on vocals (jam) (m)
And by way of queens (master t) (p) (l) (s)
Hey, u ain't supposed 2
we up in the tools[00:26.38]Shoot him in the face, we makin' him drool[00:27.89]He thinkin' he gang, that nigga a fool[00:29.40]Two-two-three shooters,
but I'm wiser now
Pour a 40 on him in the club
He put his Budweiser down
I lit that fool up, he a lighter now
My nigga out of town swipin'
He own
Never got a piece tho
Never dropped a dime tho
Used to act a fool
Make you laugh and have your mind blown
But i had a different mindset
Sippin 40s of old
hip, hop, never will I stop
Protect and serve you like Robocop
Well my name is E in the place to be
I like to drink cold old, forties
Drink until
don’t compare
Momma never been a fool sellin food runnin up n down da stairs
Yelling get the fuck up outta here
Coppin p’s by da pair, p for pound not
come and gimme sloppy toppy
I was doin dirt in a peacoat
Now I scoop yo shorty up she gimme deepthroat
Its more to life then countin money blowin weed
Man, I'm peepin' out the blinds
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Just got out from doin' time
I ain't lyin, I ain't lyin
Know these niggas droppin' dimes
I
I'm saying?
Don't let the ladies fool y'all now, fellas
They be doin' the same thing y'all be doin'
Turn up my symphony, man.
Turn up my symphony!
E.D.I Amin]
Life in High Speed
F*** the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
F*** doin` time
[2Pac]
I live life High Speed
Slightly
"Ready to BREAK, THE, ICE
Feels like time is standing still"
Now this fool been on my ass for the past couple years
Jumped on the scene from
Choo on your feet
Let me get you out of the Jag and in that Bentley GT
I'm on the west coast, droptop riding, fool
With E-40 sitting with me, we riding,
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out
a beeyatch
Pimpin ain't easy but it goes down like this
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: E-40, Passion]
Huh, to all the broads dat be holding me, damn she loves me
And prolly with the same ones
I come in this game with, Im Mobbin' with
All my niggas thorough from DC, to Cali shit
V-A to P-A, to G-A to D-E, to D-A
Want
motherfuckers be hatin' on a
Real nigga like me, and I
Don't do nuthin' but do what
I'm supposed to be doin'
You know what I'm sayin'?
But I don't crack a plank
it was the pimp in me (pimp in me)
In eighty-nine, I went on tour with Eazy-E (Eazy-E)
A bunch of fine bitches tryin to sleep with me
Every night,
bed by four, I'm up by noon
I might sit around, I might write me a tune
I might go fishin' and again I might not
I might get me a forty or pour me
straight Golden State
All-time great, sorry I'm late (alright man)
Back in high school, I was real boney
I started drinking 40's with my homies,
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