Lyrics:
enchantment, no romancer
You're a ghost, a knock at the door with no answer
I'm humble enough to admit I don't have it all
But I've got enough, least I don't
It go one for the trouble, two for the time
And three for bp, hit the beat then I'm flying, homie
Prey
Seen the reaper at the door, I threw an ounce
on the mic with no gimmicks
Came a long way, I was servin' in those Civics
And you were tryna keep me from winnin' but I did it, I did it
Ask about me I did
really low
Swing my door yea yea swing my door
Don’t hit my line unless u coming for bout 3 or more
Got some prices that are low but for the quality it
the motherfucking state we known
From Alpasso to Beaumont, you know who won fools
I'm 59 blowing smoke out the sunroof
[Rasheed]
Uh huh, we get the more down cheap
it that's extra
See you next week I bet cha
I'm right c'here front chair fuck yeah
Been down just to come up
Sick make 'em throw up
Alcohol on empty
it that's extra
See you next week I bet cha
I'm right c'here front chair f*** yeah
Been down just to come up
Sick make 'em throw up
Alcohol on empty
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
to the throat
Misdirect his approach
Steal the stake from his hand
And finish him
Sprint through the door
Cover three steps a stride
Reach the outside world
As we transmit live here from the White House
At this landmark moment in time
Voters have turned up by the millions to decide who gets, um
Verse 1
bucked
Brother, word
I lays it down flat like a door mat
Get down in every state wherever I toured at
Spliff ah spliff
Dutty brother, what
miracles
One, two, three, four, i can't even count 'em all
You held me steady so i wouldn't give up
You opened doors that nobody could shut
I hope i never
an asshole from where them gnats swole and them crack hos got a nose like a vacuum hose
you hear the Bissel sniffle whistle from way down the road flagging
and the pump
You turn the page on the newspaper, see my face in the front
I lock it down for all my niggas that still caged in the dump
So if I come, nigga, just
my head spinning
Got my tongue twisting
Don't know where to go from here
I'm trying and I ain't lying
But the well's drying up
You're moving
if you want to battle, I'm down
If you got nine lives, I'll take eight of them off your hands right now
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
I watched you see god
When I laid you down
I can't live without you
I can't
You've seen the other side of me and
You don't know how you're supposed
do
All you, fake frontin' motherfuckers
Nah nah nah nah girl you wrong, you wrong, no no no
Almost from the door you ain't shit
I want
eighth
Peanut butter jelly
Oh you want an exotic dog?
Here's a link up to my tele
I don't need to trick I'm used to slanging meat
Just like a deli
I still
unfold
I'm just a nappy boy tryna live the dream like Hakeem
A king I am, a king I am understand
I'm far from perfect I'm a sinner touched by God's hands
I
atomic particles
In a world where cops and media live to target you
People call me a breath of fresh air
Not realizing it took it all for me to get here
'til I sobered up
Three doors down, there's tinfoil on the table
They ain't cookin' up nothin' good 'round here
There's one in every house: high
passes you by
If you can't get a grip
Then let go and just fly
Away
Fly away from here
Get up get out get away get on
Put your life in your hand be
80
Life's a cycle
The older you get, more you live like a baby
You could barely move, folk gotta be there for you
Diapers on, niggaz gotta take care
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