Lyrics:
life
or even worse
it could be three O'clock, on a Sunday by church
yo' brains might have to burst
you shouldn't have fucked with me first
since
to do it now
Weæ?³e got to break it down
And put our lives on track
Always ready to back you
Always ready to back you all the way
Iæ?¦ not afraid to give
your life defines
the misconception of stayin down
You can't be influenced by everybody you hang round
You shoulda been more appreciative
of the life
killin' kids, you ain’t care until that kid is yours
White folk talk about it, nothing changes, like revolvin' doors
Maybe fuck a law, written way back by
cum and cry bitch, now I wonder why
These faggots- knocking down the door
Dad shows up- clocked, they hit the floor
Stand- do they want some more
Y'all
down from the mountain farm
Spits on his hand and he strikes a palm
All eyes on the door, three players walk in
With a fiddle and a box and a mandolin
previous lives don't matter anymore
I spot Sarah Parker
Looking around to see who's noticed her
It would be hard to miss her in
The gaudy orange dress she's
let's go
Styles
Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse
Styles
Pullin the three, cockin the four
Styles
We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors
You
leave it home
If he ain't got it right by now, then scratch him off
They just called me, said it's about twenty strong
They standin' at the door, don't
head makes a soft ass
And never spoilt, feel me? word up
[Hook]
[Hell Razah]
We spend our lives in the ghetto
Enslaved by the plague of the devil
In
legends, the kings with the, crown
They try to slam the door but we kick it, down
Likwit town, L.A. California where Tha Liks get, down
L.A. California where
to change
'Til one by one we started going down in flames
Now I don't want to be the one who doesn't live to see the end
So I just smile and pretend...
Call
turns around two AM
As soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em
You guys got fat while I was away, so start payin'
[Chorus:]- Okay, you wanna play
as soon as he walks in the door we slay 'em
you guys got fat while I was away, so start payin'
[Chorus] Okay, you wanna play rough?!
[gun shots]
a story?
Hell yeah!
Me too!
Yes Hunnie I'm a tell you a story
About the bad ass Eazy E
He was drinkin' whiskey and gin at the age of three
got it patterned blue chanel
When they hear this shit they yell
Yellin’ slindin’ by you know how we get in
No check-in, send me up the addy then we head
four-pound (uhh)
And bust like four rounds, kick the door down
Get yo' ass up outta town nigga, uhh, uhh
(Five by five) Niggaz connive, I thought you knew
there was more to the story than that
'Cause she plays things down but according to that
He went missing one day in the morning he ran
She's doing
And you're dancing around and around in the hall.
Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,
To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,
I'm blessed
Even though I get slammed with lawsuits like car doors
See three P.O.'s like Star Wars
They want me by the road holdin' up cardboard
So
Church, yeah, huh 615 born and raised bitch
Uh
Who run it in Tennessee well
Let's break down the sections (Aight)
If you walkin' in Memphis it's
Lil
I can see!" Whoahaoaha-ahhhh!
One two three, it's the G-U-E
Double-R, I, double-L, A, yellin' mayday
Weeble with a street sweeper lookin' for
that I'd be there next to closest by your side
"So am I", Well, who am I? So, du-lu-du-du-du
Reality knocks on my door and I'm about to cry
I tried
a team Over here 50/50 , will be by your side, down to slide, let me know when you outside
James Wade and Singer Chorus:
Yeah, you a vibe and girl you
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