Lyrics:
1st verse
You ain’t missing me
You miss the power over me
Consistently every time you’re near
I the feel pain from a spear
And those dreaded
a day goes by
That I don't think of you
Love is just something I don't understand
Although I've tried my hand a time or two
There's not a time
Uh-oh, damn, uh-oh
1985 white Lamborghini Countach, two of 'em
I need a slow motion video right now
'Cause I'm movin' in slow motion, slow
cos I'm a rip tonight
Cos I'm scaring ya, wanted by America
(Hey yo Cube man, they on your ass)
Word, but who the fuck has heard?
It's time
Ice Cube with The Lench Mob I got it goin on
A n**** that's livin in the city of the criminal zone
One time can't keep the law in order
'Cause
away
This place keeps going down
Gets a little worse every day
I see hate and greed
This world's a messed up town
Embrace the pain and see
By
everyday
Now all you one-rap rappers what are you doin'
I got so many raps so just go right through 'em
My name is Short but I rap long rhymes
Hand me
Thug love talking queen to my slimmi
Yeah
Too blazzy
With the flow like 2Pac
Too fast on the flex lines
Never snitch like SixNine
Hold up let me define
I
(nigga)
No more days bitch, I ain't got the time
I got bitches on my dick (dick) and money on my mind (mind)
The South is on my back (back), I told it like
yesterday, uhh
[The Game]
I was, born in the slums, struggled from day one
Ray Charles vision, blinded by the light from the sun
No navigation, no sense
Everyone you know
One day will go
Through the initiation of death
You're left with grief
But it's not an emotion
It's a myriad of feelings that
tied, tired, or wide eyed
Every sunrise is a hit or miss
No matter what, living days of no harm
And as always I don't take a risk
I find that there's
a different version of me
Visions In my head
Pick and choose what I be
I never invested in self
Caught you by your own chains nigga
Chain stripped from your
doin'?)
Now a days niggas two tone Cohibas
Yeah, Dom P for the pain
Po' up a shot of Avion for the game
Dealin' with G Armani, speakin' Italian-i
em' up
Yeaa, then I do my lil 2-step
I'm getting better every day putting work in
My spirits' up, now watch the money fold in
My pockets need it and I
don't only take a shot
Cuss I got a full mag
When i go to the mall
I come back with full bags
Wavy wear a durag
Im real like I'm 2pac
He my role
her name
And having a good time on a crummy day is our game
Quiche
Quiche Lorraine
Quiche, Quiche Lorraine
Quiche, Quiche Lorraine
Everyday
Killin' a brother while another mother cries for help
Man, we need to help a brother find them self
Feed em light, one, two, three
Hey, that's something
for few days
(chorus)
We no,no limit soldiers
I thought I told ya
We no limit soldiers
(magic)
Y'all remember me I'm the one they call mr. magic
Voted
(Pimp): That nigga wasts the honey
(Pimp): All we want is the money
(Pimp 2): I keep em' bro. Wake up one morning, and, with some money
at once
Spend time with myself 'cause we not close enough
I'm tryna open up and reach a new height
Shoes that I been walkin' in are too tight
Y'all
some day you will show
The version of you that I used to know
cnd we may not be friends
But I'll be praying until the end
That some day you will say
with
The lyrical mastermind and 2Pacthalunatic
Lovin' the ladies and
Treat the females with true respect
I love 'em and leave 'em and still
Collect
Just to show them to your bitches, bitches
So you can make 'em jealous
Now I know where your head is
Man, you stay taking those pictures, pictures
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