Lyrics:
talkin
want to kill a nigga on a record, when they see 'em they jus talkin
In my case, I'ma jus hawk 'em
'Cause niggas is waitin for a lawsuit, it's hot
Smacking my wrist
Smacking the watch like my name's Ben Ten
King DCN getting pricks too vexed
Do not give a fuck if I hurt feelings
Wearing that drip, I am
thunder
Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up that's how the ball bounce
The cookie crumbles
That's what the guns do dead you
Arthur Ashe died from aids, no
That's murder, nigga
Murder
Gunfire, death is so quiet, ask why, tell 'em it's
Murder
The sun rise then hide by grey
I’ve never been hiking
I’ve always had a licence for this hip-hop
Influenced by the rap that vocally
Said they killed cops
I’m riding on E with a bitch
got a bunch of niggas that shoot it up for with me
I got a bunch of killas watchin out for P
and the game get deep
how can you stop when
into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a n**** supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherf***er
nigga fittin dickies with bitches
strictly dick-ly many sets I rolled on and killed squeals that told on my
homies they sold on don't ask Eazy shit it's
nigga fittin dickies with bitches
strictly dick-ly many sets I rolled on and killed squeals that told on my
homies they sold on don't ask Eazy shit it's
It's all entertainment and all my **** made it
We hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron Maiden
I keep the **** blazing, hands hurt
Like a **** when she
float funny when you surfin' the water
I'm that dude slangin' pack by the border
I love my life, I live it twice, cause it's up to me sorta
You
got cold like the OG with that finger roll
That Spur, probably cop it, 'cause Dumars' trading Wallace
And it's worse when they even in their fillings
a million pieces
A ticker tape parade high
And now you're free to fly
When that muffled sigh
Says you're barely getting by
Cut your burdens loose
you know
I just copped a MPC60 from Japan
As I'm rappin' through this SM7 that's in my hand
Got a quarter-pound of buddha, I'm smokin' it by
passed away when I was two
There was nothing they could do
And all I know is that they said he was the ladies man
Momma kept pressing on
Her boys kept
damn hopin' not mine
But when it's lights out for you and you're locked down
Ain't no tellin' whether or not your lady when and got down
With that
My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
Got a package from the devil, payin' my deeds
Preoccupied by the greed, in this crooked life I
attitude is scarred by this inner-city urban
Iller dolo stress on my brain just like a turban
Who get grazed by the bullet?
Triggers, who's quick to pull it
everyday
See your face all around like every way
If it's love then I swear I'll never say
Cause I know that shit gonna hurt in the end
I remember when our
you've seen it
Must be a million years ago when I believed that I could fly
Maybe I'll burn down the house
Or build crosses from the wood
Maybe I'll go
that?
BEN
(In the darkness BRIAN just makes out an emaciated figure, suspended on the
wall, with his feet off the ground, by chains round his wrists.
permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy (*phone sounds*)
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused
like to suck her own titty; put it in the video
boring and boozing
I wind you up, your alarm keeps snoozing
Made it easy, I guess your'e stupid
Way too elite to be caught by your cupid
Sorry cupid
But
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