Lyrics:
hollow tips then pop nigga drop me one
fillin' all you devils up with them hot ones
kickin' down doors with x, shoot my gat in fuck the discussion
all i
just told me all the reasons
I have to find my own way, don't change it like the season
It's my life, I live it on my own
Welcome to dangerzone
It's my
silence em
You added up
If he take away from me
I am divided em
Multiply that by the fact that I have been given nothin
This is not up for discussion
I am
Big deal city lights
Going downtown bouta have a good time
Riding in the passenger
Doing ninety down the highway they ain't passing us
Oooooo
The way
shit
We wasn't thinkin' bout school, we was out yellin' squad shit
Takin' risks in the trenches, we never been uptight, play by the rules
Ain't tryna be
John 3:16
For God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son
That who so ever believes in him shall not perish but have ever lasting
all our trees and ruin innocent people's lives by branding them criminals and throwing them in jails, or sending them off to drug camps, or taking all
here for, oh no
Two three four run up on me and shut the front door, like
Heavy is the head that holds the crown
Swore I'd never let you down
Heavy is
I drank all night
Grind all day
Rap hustling getting money either way
I live so good
Live like a star
Two or three G's spend it all at the bar
I done
legends, the kings with the, crown
They try to slam the door but we kick it, down
Likwit town, L.A. California where Tha Liks get, down
L.A. California where
want to end my life
In sight for the night
For that I live in plight
With all my might
Am I not right?
Rich and Poor
Door to door
I sell the lord
While
you’ve been playing on my mind
and I do believe it’s time we got serious
HOUSE FOR SALE
(Peter Sando)
Down at the end of Sycamore Lane
there’s a three
All I see is the bullshit the red doors and the full clips I'm sitting in a a booth full of pity damn I should have made a milli by now
The name is
"Yes, Sir," "Yes, Ma'am" or "Jesus" on FM
Hell, I hope I'm in Heaven by then
No, I don't wanna go today but I don't wanna live
Down here at a place
nines, I be poppin' ya
Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at your front door, three killas at your back door
These hoes
bitch will fall
You can feel it in the back like
I like tree
We bust in doors and light up three
We living tall
Got like me
I'm chill like a big menthol
shit better again
Walk in the door look at the time its 3:33
Call up a nigga that live up the street
Told you to leave a message at the beep
cause
He
babblin'
I ain't tryin' to hear ya,
But I'm about ready to ear ya out,
Get the gats and clear ya out
'cause you's a part-time felon, kid killing yellin
to that guy, him
He'll give you some drink tickets, word
New York, at the Bowery getting down
With Grayskul, POS and Fillmore Brown
My first time touring
bad
but open your eyes and take a look at the map
the whole damn things red, blood red, and looking county by county
well its basically a wash, red
rifle
And popped every last one of them sons of bitches
Motivated like a mother by the riches, but no glitches
Got to the door, which is the right button
understand why you act like that
Beware lock your doors tuck your chainz proceed with caution
It ain't safe. keep the fifth by the Bible
It's a home
Young Gutta, Jody Breeze, Breeze
Boyz N Da Hood, everybody know me
Yeah, I'm Gorilla Zoe, Mr. 'Missed to stack the door'
Right there by the corner
it? ) it's my nigga boz, open up the door
And red nigga, these niggas down to kill nigga
But hold up, the plot gets thicker
He said, jay's a trick ass
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