Lyrics:
and Mos flourish
The illest shit ever dropped by American tourists
Hard margin
What if I drop the hard bargain?
We the reason why Cipher start
Falafel
No Soho house there's no falafel
Too many agents, too many managers
People sayin' words just to fill
Up all the calendars
That's why I moved from LA
can't fill it with "hoes"
No I can't fill it with dro
Mr. Robot, out the window
Away, away we go...
Angel why?
Do I feel this way
Fine, take your time
bitches
I think about it every minute, ain't stoppin' my mission
On my payroll I got hittas I pay 'em commision
Interrogated by detectives won't tell 'em
Yeah, don't y'all wish that you're out here, except Those days, now I can't hear you, no
No, I wish I was, hold me from the blind to the Light, it's
Everything I wear, yeah, is so rare
Blinded by my diamonds, yeah
Wrists so glare
Most of ya be fake, so why would I play fair? (Hey)
Getting money yeah I
Mr. Smoothh what you been up to?
I'm making money moves
Like what it do?
Pop out with the crew send shots right through you
Yeah spend bands on my
touchin' somethin'
Suckin' away from bustin'
y'all brothers laugh now and cry later
I rap from Alpha to Omega, sixty four to Sega
Whoopin'
That paper work got your name in it (gone on)
Ain't with that fake shit, by the time they started showin' love
I was straight then (I don't even want
cream
See what I mean black queen
Stop actin' like crack fiends an'
Brawl we want to thank all of y'all
Play the wall hype
Checkin how this lady
stop 50, they losin' it
Lil' nigga named Ja think he live like me
Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital, took 9 like me
You live in fantasies, nigga, I
somethin so beautiful come from me?
After the gunshots thought you was done with me
But I know I'm livin now, why you made me put the guns down
Pick up
we can do
Oh! you ain't alone, got a man at home
Answerin' the phone
But he ain't the one, 'cause if he is
Than why you gone?
What you drinkin' on? -
(J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League)
Yeah
Turn me down just a lil' bit
Yeah
I ain't shed a tear since Pac died
Don't know why it hit me when Pop died
this pain
Had to really realize all these people is the same
I’ll shoot for you you wouldn’t shoot for me that’s why I really changed
Die by the gun you
[E-40]
Trying to make it
It's been a long road
Sic-Wid-It Records
[Master P & E-40]
Oh! (C'mon, ooh)
Y'all feel that? (I feel it playboy, I
why they call me Mister (Mrs.) Fahrenheit
I'm trav'ling at the speed of light
I wanna make a supersonic man (girl) out of you
Don't stop me now I
son of a king,
Instead I was born son of a, killa, surrounded by dealaz an fiends,
Dear God I got some questions, that maybe you can answer,
Why my
of the lean, me and cj be flyin
Lil shawty hate I protect her by lyin
Aye, Smokin an eighth with the baddest
Graffiti my arm now I'm thotin like Magic
These
[Ice Cube]
I been servin' niggas since 1985
Niggas want the gutter
Ice Cube, Jay-O Felony
My nigga Gangsta, Squeek Rule
Keep it gangsta why
y'all...
And we bout to throw down in this bitch, ya heard mes?
[First Verse [G-Quikk & Mystikal]:]
[G-Quikk]
I had plenty of you niggas who that I
But when the drive-by hit this is the main route
What the fuck is my problem nigga?
I got a glock seventeen better gobble them
So why should I trip,
walkin' on
I come through this bitch like I'm Raiden, I get my shockin on
I promise y'all, niggas ain't stoppin' me, ain't no pause at all
Talkin'
and gone
And on the fuckin' tooth I miss
Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head
Tryin to be hard to get you there
And I'll be able to put you there
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