Lyrics:
want it (fah, bah, bah)
Yeah, I keep it on me, show me my opponent (bitch, what's up? Uh)
Short lil' thick bitch, my little pony (yeah)
She tryna ride
featuring Ice Cube Jayo Felony
[Mack 10]
I'm screamin as I'm dreamin I see evil bad spirits
So I wake up in the middle of the night
big enough
Too bad your hands are bloody kid
Keep working hard for me
I might let you see a piece
But don't touch it with your hands boy
That bread is
fake, like comics
Rock the beat, harmonics
I don't smoke no cigarettes
But I miss "Cocoa Butter Kisses"
If he get to dissing, up this glizzy
Then we send
settle for defeat
Ima get it by any means living it up till the day my destiny is fully complete
I was caught up in the drugs didn't know how to love
cowboy that stole your heart
Still that right one you chose from the start
And when the nights get long and the years roll by
When you wake up and you
I don't have a brother
What the fuck?
My minds in a tangle
I wish somebody was here that I could strangle
I keep waking up on the floor
Cause I
YEA
PICTURE THIS
A YOUNG KID AND AMBITIOUS
TO MAKE MOVES
PAST
EVEN WITH THE WORLD UP AGAINST EM
I SAID
FUCK THAT
I GOTTA GO WITH THE PENDULUM
many blues
Who, Who the fuck just told me that I can lose?
You gon' sleep on the kid, you've been pressing on snooze
My favorite color purple like
the road by any means
Become the best version of me by any means
Stay focus by any means
Keep Writing by any means
Recording by any means
Love God by any
started out beautiful, but you was playin possum
To me, you was just a fuck, but our relationship blossomed
Got attached to your kids, I loved 'em like my
Stretch died
I just got out of his ride
He dropped me off and drove to Springfield
November thirtieth, another Queens king killed
It fucked me up, y'all
Keep that bonnet on right in there while we cutting up
Don’t clean up, don’t neaten up, I’m pulling up
Pop it! Pop it! Drop it! Head down while you work
I[00:26.20]Gotta get it, I gotta get it, I gotta get this cake[00:28.46]Stackin' up this money, shit I'm tryna make away[00:31.66]Day by day, step by
started, it was already too late
For anyone to keep any peace
No one could remember what the fight was about but
By all accounts the kid pulled the first
through this mic that I clutch
So keep your hands down, and put your attention span up
Understand now, man, sound is a dimension you can't touch
Plants
been a problem, I dissolve 'em like salt
Lock it up like a vault whenever wreck is caught
And it's my fault, keep niggas on point duckin' down
Niggas
Chorus: sample]
"Give it up! Oh Lord.... give it all to you
I try, but - it's - just - no - use!"
[R.A. the Rugged Man]
Aiyo, give it up, rush
been a problem, I dissolve 'em like salt
Lock it up like a vault whenever wreck is caught
And it's my fault, keep niggas on point duckin' down
Niggas
You know the kid is straight counting up dough
2 hundred women lined up at the show aye
Young boy straight fucking on your bitch okay
Young boy
out of the bastard
Strip ya self new first so you don't get blood on ya new shirt
And cut the fuckin' corpse up like a butcher to meat kid
And put
in, born in the Bullshit
Grew up on my Chocolate Starfish booklet
And taught myself to spit on beats
Produced by Rude Kid
Who's this new kid coming
and she also wants my kid
All she wanna do is chill at my crib, homie
And she loves when I pull up with my whip, homie
I do what is impossible
Drugs in my
your house
Kids up on your couch
Put my kids all in your mouth aye
Lemme clear your drought baby lemme clear your drought babe
You could be my spouse
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