Lyrics:
niggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
Reportin' live from
niggas ask you to marry them
There's no lights in the place you buy your jewelry from
Funeral fab, I'm just here to bury them
Reportin' live from
pussy by the dozen, run up on me
Bitch im busting, you get chop down by k-cuttas
Shit nigga thats how we live, thugging in that boot for real, if you
honestly think that maybe
He might need an institution
He lives in a world of fiction
And really could use some help
We have just the place to fix him
fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah.. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you
Fistfight, this bitch bites like it's rabies
Drop from your baby, catch him there
I'm standing here
Bumped into Dave by the Santander
You was in the same
live in the stu
If I get some shit off my chest
I'll put a hater to rest
I put a hater to rest
Had to get this shit up off of my chest
The way that I'm
(Facts, look)
My lil' bitch in the D, she a nurse in the day (Oh yeah?)
My lil doggy from the East just put me up on a play (What up, dude?)
My OG 'nem
Woke up on intentions from your mention now we back in your town
Came a long way from some ramen, Precious diamonds I can't wait to put on
Ever
in every sense of the word
So be my guest and get served
A hot plate of food for thought
And then some dessert
Got humble pie
For anyone that denied
the most powerful government in the world. And, uh, Mr. Fitzwater invited me to come here tonight to create some balance, because there has been some things
meant what I said (murder)
I put that dick in her life
Tell her some lies, then fuck up her head (whoa, whoa)
I want that Actavis
They say they outta
in cash and she's gonna survive"
Look at the clock, pitch black, it's 11:05
Hung up the phone you know I put that shit in Hyper-drive
Then I call my
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
In a country divided
A system meant for safety becomes heavily one-sided
And if the pace is kept we soon see death so absent-minded
Maybe the world
me
Some living in the dark and others living in the light
Show your nigga way and no dey givam only rice
If everybody be dishing from the kitchen yeah
thinkin' all day
Can't forget about them times up in them project hallways
Young nigga tryna eat it if you want beef then put your order in
Tired
Sell Out
On the radio
This is suburban this is a urban
This is a city this is a country thing
You driven by your body
So you out here looking for
the bando
On Third and James by the fountain where they panhandle
Runnin' from the cops, pullin' scandals, those were my heroes
Pick up the mic, put your
doesn't raise their pockets they don't care to put a stop
The only gift they ever give is keep alive our sores by daily sprinkling them with salt
And yet
on a nigga
And they all move in disguise
They don't know shit about ties
And I see the fake in they eyes
And that is them guys I despise
And I wasn't raised by
three colors fly
With a couple four wheelers
And a four-wheel drive
And some money to shoot like
They live to snipe
Got a chain wallet, my careers at risk
you live with your parents still
You don't own a steering wheel, so you can't even drive down
You downloaded the My Mercedes app for some time now
a misconception
All of em', the fault is in our forefathers when they claimed this country
Without bothering to put in any dollars and
Built off the back of blacks
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