Lyrics:
friends
Your family
Your coworkers
Your 3rd grade history teacher that used to wink at you
Through those thick ass glasses
To remind you theres a reason why
B.I.G, look
The universe been throwing me all the signs except stop it
Niggas been plotting on me, but here's the plot twist
I can't throw fists no
I told you once, and you didn't believe me
Now with the help of Grip, it cost to see me
I'm a thug and drugs is what I live by
So if I speak it I mean
that you do
Because stupid is how everybody sounded
Nigga you think you know me, but only if you knew me
Homie, you would leave me by my lonely
I'm
The lines that I hear make you more of an act
Marijuana to manipulate my thought process, telling me that I'm an O.G. in my own mind
O.G. is in the middle
tune
G
Maybe he'll hear it carried by the breeze
G
Blamin’ it on salt, askin’ the sea for some ease
(Verse 3)
G
I'll sail through these memories, like
Deltron tremendous force to end your course.
Every whim is enforced
I send men with torches to raid your fortress
And in the process radiate
something and I got it covered
Somehow always rise above it
Why you think I got my head in the clouds on my last album cover?
The game is all mine and I'm
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Uh huh, uh huh
It's the end of the album
Ladies and gentlemen
Thank you so much
For tuning
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
I got's to get it,by any means,I need the mother fucking presdients
Nigga P, my wintness, I make my bussiness, I gotta repre-fuckin-sent
Nigga 3 tone
an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my part on the last song
Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
For all you
in my head keep callin me as if
I'ma respond static on my brainwave
3rd eye on do no disturb
The gifted won't deliver messages to the cursed
Even if
To put me in 3rd
Skurt
Thats you hitting the curb
What a tragic end
Blow the spot like passing wind
Say no cappin then again
When I'm blacking with this
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
record it
Album shop it, it's all the same thang
Y'all look at these blue
Skies and think paradise
I look at these blue skies
And think what a disguise
One, two, three kick it
Hey yo Dre what's going on man what's going on
Hey what'cha all gonna do for this last record
No tell what'cha all gonna
that way
Gats spray these shorties is killers
The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller
And they look at me like I'm
Artist: David Banner
Song: So Trill
Album: Mississippi:The Album
Bread and water..This what it comes down to
[Verse 1]
I remember when these kids
Growing up in the Calliope New Orleans to be exact g
I had to pack a gat I thought somebody was out to kill me
I'm paranoid I toss and turn in my
said me too
You hangin' out the window so they can see you
But you ain't hangin' out the window
When you in that G2 or that G3 or G4 like we do
Star
on fighting.
(chorus) Funny Man, Tha Producer:
And all the days come back to me, come back to what we used to be.
And in the end well find the rest. The rest
FANTASY Euphoria in their BRAINS
No I AM NOT REACTING BEYOND MY AGE
3rd verse M JA CK
Its all your KARMA
HOW can you relive
Its pain to me how you
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Gur tógadh mé in �irinn
Láimh le Loch Eirne
I gCoillidh Lios na Raoch
Bhà seanbhean insan chlúdaigh
Is stocaà ar a glúinÃ
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