Lyrics:
killed by a mob
Should have taken the mobs I'd seen before as a sign
That's it's time to get the heck out of the mines
I see you got what you wanted all
don't tell my wife about you, like uh
I might change my life around you, like uh
Make it all revolve around you, like uh
I don't even know what to call
Focus my concentration then it's all about demonstration
I just rise to the occasion and conquer the challenge
Hit you with a three piece combo and knock
rapped about the bitches and all the ho's
Can't be in the hole tryin' to ball without vogues
In '82 you was in the game
With a Falcon, Cougar or a Mustang
you do?
Show me your thumb!
And give it a little wiggle!
Now what about your pointing finger?
Hold it up, then hide it behind your back
And when I sing,
your freedom
wrapped up in it too
Mr. Bossman
Brainwashed from all the years
Of wearin' shiny shoes
Don't you worry about the cost man
You fragile boss
on food I'm in the mood for a stick-up,
To pick up lil' somethin' on a get up
You hit up, blessed by the way I protest,
Your world, gettin' it all of my
all I know
Tyriq mixed with Lil Meech, I'm Mr. Flip Bow
Couple niggas wishing bad, got me tucking poles
Gotta cook up a new scheme for the kitchen
She all about a bag, she gotta get it fast
She all about a bag, she gotta get it fast
Just caught me a flight, I just land in Houston
Thick lil bitch
I been thinkin' like
You know the Hip-Hop community
and like you know the BET Awards and all that like
They should appreciate like all the real
Mr. Savior do you ever seem to fail
And got what I got, a devil by the tail
Devil by the tail, devil by the tail
can't fuck
Twenty inches with TVs is a must
By the year 2000, I'ma gut out my bus
A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice,
Flogging all these lil' rappers, I'm the principal
Yada Yada Yada Yada, I stick to my principles
I feel totally full but I ain't gonna stop
A short curve,
to pull up let’s discuss the funding
I need mine in order
Ain’t got time for playing them games about all my money
Lil nigga got robbed for all of that
about me
Is this a life worth living
You know how it beacons
But how does it end for me
Will I ever live
Or does he have it in for me
Will this pop
I want 2
And uh 1 for my lil homie, he be smokin all night too
So I told them niggaz bail and quickly stepped away wit hast
You see I know these
me up at night
Why you got me going through your iPhone
Thought about the shit the whole drive home
Fuck it I ain't perfect I'll admit it guess that
frightened by the Compton night stalker.
When I got you by the throat you better be a fast talker.
Times running out for your program.
Better hide from
punk bitches never stay long
Lil' who? never heard of you homey
Keep my name out your mouth or I'll murder you homey
You all know me as the night
Know what I'm talking about
You get, put on the set
And ain't no walking about, shit
We shoot dice, skip school every day
Oh yeah that back gate is my
Lil brother from the block, got rich, he ain't never get taught
Man, I had to go and learn about the money, yeah, she used to be lost
Now she lit,
gone finish myself
I could care less how they feel about that
World full of lies I’ma give em all facts
If lil mama bad, I’ma hit it from the back
together one year had the school turned up
Lil dawg turned clutch
Now I'm big dawg blew up
Fuck around what you wanna ball blew up
23 you don't need y'alls
pull up boy you got 2 choices
Give it up or get it took by force yeah
I'm so possessed by the money
I keep hearing all these voices
When I get the sack
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