Lyrics:
remember how hard it is on the block. (Yeahhhh)
Everytime you turn around somebody got shot..
Oooooh,
But I'm still here.
I'm still here.
Verse 2:
Another
problems with their record sales just holler Tip
If that don't work and all else fails then turn around and follow Tip
I got love for the game, but ayy I'm
of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus
Confusin' my enemies, never losin'
Clever movement, act smooth where the women be
Amused by my energy when they choose me
I just tell them the music's my
murdered her,
Witness the vision first hand plumping master of source of us
[Jim Jones]
By the, grace of Capo, in the moment of silence, in the mist
empty by the lampshade
I'm out of Excedrin again, great
Too early to tell, but at this rate
I'm thinkin' this might be a bad day
I walk out
and hear a tale of a hustler 'round my way
He used to clock around the block from where my grandma stayed
Black BMW with rims to match, windows bulletproof
little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this? I just don't understand, understand
And by the way,
blush.
'Cause life is just to die.
But, anyone who has a heart
Wouldn't want to turn around and break it
And anyone who ever played the part
He
Recently I've been thinkin about what I am and where my priorities lie
Gettin it together on some future plan, decidin what I need to get by
I
There was a time
There was a day
They'd come from miles around
They all knew his name
But days gone by are gone
Now only memories remain
Then he
on nothing baby
Cause I know what to do, girl, let's go coordinate, yeah
First I take you out, then you turn around
Then you back it up, ooh yeah, like we
And thick as can be
I'm a country boy from Tappahannock
V.A. is where I reside so shawty understand it
And I know I just turn eighteen
And I get
suicide days
I don't know why they always seem so dismal
Thunderstorms, clouds, snow, and a slight drizzle
Whether it's the weather or the letters by my
Lifted up and carried round by my mistresses when they in town
My missuses don't fuck around, nope
I got to thank her now, woah
Every time you come around
of stones
He nicknamed me K-Rock so they'd leave me alone
Bulls jacket with his hat broke way off
And walked around the mall with his radio face off
Plus
the difference
We could turn it all around around
We could turn it all around around
Seems like everybody's fake woke
Talk big but they blow smoke
Do they wanna
Lambo doors, she ain't ever seen before
Top floor in condos
Pull up wearin' red rose gold
Pourin' lean by the 4, bad bitches at my show
Turn up, turn
Grove Street walk-up flat
Where dwelt The Calistoga Kid, a beatnik from the past
With long browned lightnin' fingers he takes a cultured toke
And says,
There was a time
There was a day
They'd come from miles around
They all knew his name
But days gone by are gone
Now only memories remain
Then he
days off
(Ah) if they hated, now they want to die
(Ah) finding a break and where it goes to
We keep stackin' high, high, high
Piece by piece, piece
Disappointment struck him hard
When he found out there was no
"Lucky stars and stripes"
They set it all on fire
While Jim and Janis got us higher
"She's so
want me to watch my mouth?
How? Take my fuckin' eyeballs out and turn them around?
Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around
And hit
fuck around
Then one day It gon pick you
Got a lot of things
I need to get to
Got a lot of things
You never went thru
You know what dope means
It means
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