Lyrics:
express how I feel
If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail
Comin up I heard sippin to much booze'll leave you confused
And if you watch
Yo my dawgs if you call or you fall
You depend on that nigga wherever then I will be there, lean on me
But let us get rid of tha enemiez be stayin
I placed my hand on a dartboard
You threw as hard as you could
I lied to you when I said it
Didn't hurt
20/20 vision bullseye disguised by your
on the deck
I swear I shoulda wrecked
20 years of running from my calling, what did i expect?
called again i came correct
I'm like the presidents elect
Never
my seed of living ideas
Last two letters flipped from the BEAST Coast
Could've been swallowed alive by the 359
Luckily found my roots in myself
All I
it's gonna come for you)
Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally, Eazy C's Uncle Charlie
Little boo, but God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I done
your bitch and finger bang her
But if she looks tossed up, i'll slang her
Beat you like mama dearest with a clothes hanger
'cause the gang a niggas be
she hollers let her go
And then we'll do it again
If I told you twenty times
It's twenty times too long
For heaven's sake those pearly gates
Be waitin
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
up
Take a puff
That's what's up
Cause if bitch play me like a DVD
Kick her to the curb I'll see you B
I just be
I just be
I just be
I just be
Posted in
twin, but so different from 'em all
So happy when I met you and your sister on the ward
You know big bros here to come and lift you if you fall
I know
your ass rolled over
By this 200 & 20 lb. 9th ward bulldozer
(mr. serv-on)
You bet it's me the only one to spell everything out
The nigga to snatch your
you come home
I'm waitin' by the phone this is true love, I can feel it
I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realest
So if you ever need me
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
That's right, Public Enemy number one (One)
Twenty years
It's been a long and whining road
Even though time keeps a changin'
I'ma bring it all back
miss jail calls, of course, 'cause I'm in this bitch recordin'
And when they see me shinin', they say the need me more
I gave you twenty, on God, just
to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
Is y'all ready for Twenty-0-7, it's now another drought
Everyone's a killer, wow we bugging out
Since 86 showing the crowd what I'm about
And they
watched me watch the front door all night willing you to come
And he said, "It's supposed to be fun turnin' twenty-one"
Time won't fly, it's like I
easy, that's a trap
(you need to fall back) what'chu sayin', I'ma rap?
(yeah right I ain't no trick, I ain't with all that)
Now see, you talkin' real
away
You're standin' in front of the teller
She's countin' out all of your pay
There's twenties and ones and there's guards with their guns
And they'd
the slow jams on
Smokey Robinson, Tears of a Clown, shedding tears
Popping beers, almost twenty five years in the town
I seen niggas die off, like
up listening to Project Pat (Pat)
Dropping hits and selling bitches, my life like Hustle and Flow (Deejay)
Twenty pack of 'za, I got it off when I
Go bump this
I got ladybugs everywhere
Spawning in my luggage
No coincidence
I see my car model everywhere
Lining intersections
Seven twenty seven
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