Lyrics:
They found his head splashed, caught him by the side of the buildin'
He had a mask on, 4-5, 'Why did you kill him?'
It was supposed to happen,
ass licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring yo' ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest bitch gettin head
a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
Buss a nigga head, smack a ho, shoot the club up
So here we go, Bab Boy South
Ball and G, Orange Mound
New
If it is just two days and nights left
I'd spend them just to see
A face worn by an unknown her
Who shares my world
Doomed kind of world
See no
muss crack out, me deevn' care
Mi open head mek brain drop out
When di bombohole a talk me put
Mi gun inna him mouth (rrah)
Thirty-two pull out like
them 3, to come up here wit me
So I can put em where they 'pose to be
One at the head, one in the middle
And one down by my feet, she keep ticklin'
before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by three, yo p
Pass the Uzi, to blow up, any whack MC that show up,
There goes one, blast
A caution light
Said you would never give in
Pretty like a picture
Broken when it bent
Starlight, black sky
I’m taken by my view of the end
I
to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", it's on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white daughters
two combined
Will bring man's doom
Of ten horns and seven heads
Count your fingers and the continents
On your head or in you right hand
This new moral
It's old love, I could see the eyes up above
watchin, waitin for me to slip
lose grip, opposition got me on their list
I get freshed by Jase
he threw
broken, such thick skin
The labels, love, and lies we live in
Caught by the bay yielding wave by wave
The youth in me begins to wane
c force so strong
to America
Odd future had already broken up
The last few years i worked
At south by southwest
Black midi played a pretty tight set
Scanning the crowd for
droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and started to curse
Another sucker on the south side about to get hurt
Homey got scared, so I got
by the light of the moon
The room was suddenly, appallingly seen
Halfway up the hill
Perched somehow on the south slope
And a messenger was about
a breeze
When I ride by high
Sittin' on Tonas
Tearing up spots
And blocks in my hood ain't got no corners
'Cause we done chipped 'em all off a proper
Like you was a squirrel (squirrel)
Lay me on the bed (bed)
Tongue between my legs (legs)
OOh you got me shakin',
I grip you by your head
You naughty,
We are the fucking rock
Hit by the tempramental
Broken a thousands
Flying go no with to earth 2x
save in your fucking head
Rise on everything
Can be
daughter in time for school
Takes two buses and a train, to make it to the shop another day,
She's never late
Well known by her coffee making, after years
into the sack
Nigga let the weed smoke blow
I'm intoxicated trying to make a few hits in the head
Baby, cause I be wilder, Big BALLER, call up with
blowin' good on that dro that's me
Dirty south, straight country, 105 that's me
[jbo]
See I can tell by the way they look me in the eye
That he's
had was gone away
Hey, Hey every other day we doesnt fight
And I take it two wrongs dont make a right
You had my head gone
I had you dead wrong
Thinking
up and broken down
Gotta get myself back up again
Every other thought in my head
Yeah There all about us
Drowning in my sorrows
W Every single sip I
under
Broken glass everywhere
People pissin' on the stairs, you know they just don't care
I can't take the smell, can't take the noise
Got no money
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