Lyrics:
'm for you
You used to say that I'm
You're juss fucking with me cause you want the fame
You don't know the vision bout how far we came
I can't trust
me
On any violence, I will take currency
Who start, you're weak, who chick she with?
I'll whoop that trick, I'll take that beat
Who start, you're weak,
no fear
A few good men in a new millenium
Woman got a new law, if you cheat you're a dead man
So I've been dead like 100 times
Ask Cyndi Lauper, she'll
me, here I am pok’em, pok’em
I’m not a law prayer
So you could tell your mayor
I’m a non-stop driven by poetry slayer
One, two, three, down for
And cleaned out the bank safe it's said that they got off with quite a haul
In the darkness by the riverbed they waited on the ground
For one more member who
You don't really need to tell me what you're doing with him
Cause I'm up late just thinking of when
I bought a plane ticket just to come and see
I got a bimbo nympho tryna give me head in the back of the limo (Help)
She said give it to me like Timbo (Huh?)
I said oh you're tryna freak? (What?)
Africa
We in the future with it though, closin' my eyes for pictures
Phone'd have me speak with holograms when I'm buildin' with bitches
And then I bang
'm the one
I ain't buy liquor for months, and you're lucky I'm sober, I'm nuts when I'm drunk
Mix the whiskey with soda, the man I'd become would invite you
of money
Half a kilo in the
Dope boy, he gon turn up for me
Treat the trap house like a gym
Might just pass the rock
And let him run it for me
I was thinking
And I'm C-walkin on the motherfuckin concrete
[Intro: Ice Cube]
Yo if you're fucked up, put your cups up
Ice Cube and Snoop Dogg, nigga what's up
prescription
By the age 11 I tried suicide thank God I'm living
I need me some healing not the type you get from sensual feelings
Need real Godly dealings don't
closin' my eyes for pictures
Phone'd have me speak with holograms
When I'm buildin' with bitches
And then I bang 'em like body slammin', one-handin' 'em
me a check
I'mma eat her for breakfast
When I get me a check
Niggas gotta respect it
I earned all my stripes like A-Rod
Worth 25 mill that's a whole
the work ethic of Pac, I never could flop
If you're expecting a drop, I can't stop the flow
For any motherfucker that is coming after me
I got the lung
Satellite shirt
And I know
Streetlights blur by
Hot summer night
Touch Me I’m Sick’s got you screaming like
You wanna fight
You can’t decide
Between Might
When I twist her in the Gold sedan
Like I'm Goldie man, you're bitch chose me man
Jigga man, iceberg with the frozen hands
Wedding bands don't make it
a doubt
Your mama put her house up to bail me out
If that ain't stickin' to the script
I'm her future son-in-law, ain't never gave her no lip (lip)
Uh,
all this falsified love
I’m a loaner it gets lonely for ya boy
By myself for many days paranoid hearing noise
Can’t be sober mix the pills with dro
Take
Or throw me in the ocean for the tide to decide
No, mama, not you, no
You're the greatest that ever lived
I'll give you whatever you need
Whatever you
mobbin' down the streets, what would you think? (Not)
Realizin' that I'm survivin' off instinct
What makes my mind give the perfect timin'
For me
What's your message
Uh
I just live life
Some call it luck
Most try to bite
Leave you dumbfounded
When looking for me
So gone
Reaching new hieghts
Still
ain't home
And I'm rocking with my crew
Just rolled into town and I came to lay it down
Pass me the 'gar and we'll go very far
Pull up to your house, take
devils' melons for my man Farak' Muhammed
Get a crew and try to surround me
and one by one I'll light y'all up
and send ya asses to King's County
Solo
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