Lyrics:
the second bottle I admitted I had kids
But nothing seemed to throw you though I know you better now
At the time my minor crime was figuring out how
and
The engine block steams
Somebody gotta die, 'til I'm captured
I'ma prey on your mommy and your pa
Tell him "Happy Father's Day"
Tell him "Happy Kwanzaa"
Tell
Is this the top? Cool
They say we too rich too rich
Ain't holding on to nothing
I've been trained to blow it
Pick your favorite place, I get
sir
I gave her thirty bucks that I had socked away
She lived a block away, she said
This one's mine, sir
Then I said, "Well, I should head
and make my goons march
Blow money like I'm Scott Storch, I got your bitch on stop-start
Ten thousand ones, they're on the way, I'm 'bout to start tippin'
could do this to you?
The kid on the block who makes less money than you.
Crooked cops pulled up, they offered him 30 pieces of silver
All he got to do is
the profit
And can't nobody stop it
Unless your game's weak
So player, don't sleep
[ VERSE 1 ]
The streets crawl with ill niggas on the block
Goin hand in
And waste your life away
Around the world or around the block
Everywhere I go the kids wanna rock
Get me my d.j.
I got somethin' he's gotta play
Wanna
the time, she jumped out the car
In front was a hummer, two new comers, I never seen before
I approached tall joey "who's those guys lookin' wise?
Had my
fill the block, the fun stops
Niggas is callin' cops, people shot, nobody stops
I wonder when the world stopped carin', last night
Two kids shot while
the State Prop' with the low pocket (woo)
Off a yacht, on my stomach, yeah, the only time I'm floppin'
Got the drop, you the plug, I'll blow out your socket
because the kids are having fun and they didn't have the same freedom
Because they didn't take it
They just followed the lines laid down by their parents
playing time
If you real nigga you can't mind
Real niggas we can't die
Christian Loubs on their period cause their
Soles blooded like a tampon
I used
happy Christmas
This year of 1968 going on 69
Happy Christmas, happy New Year
All the best to you from here
I'd like to wish everybody
Happy Christmas,
atmosphere
This shit ain't nuttin' new, it's only things that we used to
We used to stick niggas on the F through to
The E train, when it's time to recruit
I
It will blow your funky mind
Yeah!
(Rolling on the one, tape's in motion)
motherfucker, this is Stephanie
I was waitin' outside for your ass for like a fuckin' hour
I don't know what's goin' on
Motherfuckers tryin' to rob me, you be
I got my mind on my money, and I'm not goin' away
So keep on gettin' your paper
For real yeah ain't never had to tell me get this bread
Holiday
no kid
Please! Read us a story
Okay...here we go
Now listen to the words that I say
'Cause this type of song will take you back in the day
It
One thing that I've always wanted to do ever since I was little,
I've always wanted to be abducted by a UFO.
Yeah sometimes, I just go hang out in
trying to spend this shit
Southside's up in in this bitch
Yeah, I smell like the vault, I used to sell dope
I did play the block, now I play on boats
Apocalypse
1,2 the headline news just broke through
Apocalypse
3,4 soldier, 100 horsemen at your door
Apocalypse
5,6 you wanted dead or alive, hit
Bill, but call me Chuckie
Fifth Ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck
On time, I'm not overly tryin'
But on tracks like this, a bit of soul is required
It's been too long, but I been stokin' the fires
Still comin' with heat
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