Lyrics:
mean, I can't even feel my legs like I'm froze
And I wanna get me dome,
But I can't even take her home
I wanna go, but my girl keep blowin' up my
to do."
(Verse 1)
Like sand through the hourglass
So are the days of our lives
And for that lie, only we thrive
Awakenings, as we make the dead come
lotta
A baddie maybe two, ima hit it em in they chakras ooh
Got some baddies way too fine for this life
I wonder if they tryna come by for the night
Hit
to see people up on it flip
Two keys in two weeks 'n' didnt flawlet
My brain is haunted wit mean dreams gs's wit bb's on it,
Supreme skeems to get
the venetian blind.
"Those people don't have any respect,
So they won't get any of mine."
"I don't wanna talk about Jed.
I don't watch channel 2 or 6 or 9.
The whole crew push it to the limit
All we ever do is get it
All we ever do is get it
Making that dough by the minute
The whole crew push it
[2Pac] Live in this muthafucker, Thug Pound Biotch
Kurupt, Daz, Makaveli, Idi, Kastro, Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
on this earth that he can't get by
Imma living testament of the testaments to my brethren
That word will make u a better woman a better man
Gotta cut them
to you I bet it sting
You wanna ride it your hide is divided
By my 2 thumbs ?, I murder it when I get inside it
Hit it till you get it, then get
getting lifted
You can fight the pack or get dragged quick blacked down its a new fit hit em up wit a 30 clip
HANG OUT DA ROOF OF A COUPE WIT CREW
grade, no Reggie Miller, uh
iPhone one, pull up take it, uh
By iPhone two, get it with the crew
iPhone eight, niggas had the Drac' (dot-dot-dot)
right?
You got a lot of problems to solve
Cuz ain't nobody want a problem when my crew get involved
Off the top off the top
I pledge allegiance to the game
open door how we go in
Wait
Why a lil nigga tripping, I'm trying to get mine, trying to stack to the ceiling
I will live out the frame, got my mind
next
After you get those, come the hoes and the sex
Girl, you keep askin' 'bout the niggas in my crew
Yeah, I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me
next
After you get those, come the hoes and the sex
Girl, you keep askin' 'bout the niggas in my crew
Yeah, I'm down with Pooh, but what's up with me
with air holes
And that's just how the shit go in the struggle, mothafucka
Hah, come on, what you say?
I don't wanna live no more
Sometimes I
know
-definitely
When you get better you come out, make your mama proud,
Make yourself proud, you keep ya head up, nigga
-definitely
You understand?
-i
hemmed up you better watch your back
It comes a time when you get jammed up them crackers want that sack
Just do your time you gotta man up and don't
This is some of the lingua
Franca of the funk business
And people come from miles around
With an almost religious devotion
To get on down
One, two
or not
And then they feel some time of way he disrespectin' the block
But Paulie don't give a fuck, you disrespect him, you shot
Live by the chopper law
up the gang and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
up the gang and they come and get you (gang)
Cry me a river, give you a tissue (hey)
My bitch is bad and boujee (bad)
Cookin' up dope with a Uzi
Jokers be stalking me
I walk the streets and camouflage my identity
My posse in the Brooklyn wear the mask
My crew in the Jersey wear the mask
Stick up
friends get with me and my friends
But don't bring your ass by and you ain't got no ends
Word is bond it don't stop
Just ease your mind, come along
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