Lyrics:
like the attic
Yeah, bitch, I be with my dog like Shaggy
And we stay clean but we get dirty like Harry
Flyer than blue birds, cardinals and canaries
the tip of your tongue
You're killing cells in my mind
You're having all of my fun
So when I wake up today
Will we still be jaded in your plastic package
feeling like a heart of ice that melts
And trickles down into your gut, and chills your every cell
I can't tell you to ignore it
I can't make it go away
Girl, don't hide that pussy
You should be the type to provide that pussy
And let a thug hit it
You ain't gotta get dressed or do your hair
Girl,
together they all would rather
Be alone
Feelings let us know we're alive
Will all be left behind
Let us know will we ever
Feelings let us know we're alive
living under the
Dirt or life in the cell
I'm still on the block tryna make me a sell
You can't make too much
Some niggas might tell
That's how it is homie
from my tears
As the water had start to flood on my eyes
I know it gotta be hard being 21
Doing time in the pen and your Gram's old
Your brother's
[Chorus]
Tryin' to be a lady but you keep pushin' me
It's gonna get pretty.
Leave me alone, go on by the way stop, throw another cell phone ?
When
the cells are closin' in upon me
Fuck this rut I keep on tryin to squeeze out
Should pain be to art what peanut butter is to jelly
Please can I have my cake
watchin' time fly
All my motherfuckers
Now you see him, now you don't
Some niggas be here for the moment, and then they gone
What happened to 'em?
Today is gonna be the day
Feels like my life's end
All street come to a dead end
Can't hold my demons back
Find myself in jail the other day
Bread
like a roller coaster
I'm up inside ya, I ain't quittin' 'til the show is over
'Cause I'ma rider in and out just like a robbery
I'll probably be
in the picture, it was me
Al-Hajj Malik Shabazz, Muhammad, and Noble Drew Ali
A side of Erykah Badu and Andre 3000
Telling me what I can't be
But
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten-foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell
That's the story of the hurricane
But it won't be over till they
frown
Bring that crown
I been let down
I've been let down
I been left frown
Boy light it down
Boy light it down
He wanna be the enemy
Okay, he's
Well the sun came shining
Through my cell
A book lies open upon my shelf
But I'm afraid I've lost the thread
Can't seem to raise myself from bed
na, na, na (Just like a sleeper cell)
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na
I'd rather go to hell than be in a purgatory
Cut my hair, gag and bore me
Pull this
to Maxwell
On a Maxell, my man called me on a black cell
He told me he got bagged for a crack sell
How ya feelin' son, not that well
Bustin' techs and shit
woo, new coupe, through the west side
New Benz, top down, new rims, new bitch throwin' up P's, whoo whoop
Compton niggas ain't never gon' be the same
Raymond running out the front door
Screaming into his cell phone
Don't do it
There must be something I can do
Please don't do it
Let me make it up
of tyrants and violence,
I'm flossing my diamonds, by the grace of Capo, in he mist of the hood, and it should be all good,
But murders go down, you know they
bloody script
To be my own director
I wanna stop this camouflage
To find myself again
I wanna get out of my cell
Can I escape this hell
We should finally
machine
Just off the hot mic
There is the General
Are we waiting to be invited I could eat em up in two gulps!
I could eat em up in two gulps!
while I'm living
No surrender
There'll never be surrender
We are all dead meat
Cut us, watch us bleed
Read in my obituary
Defiance breeds
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