Lyrics:
the world
That I ain't heard of
Or did, to keep the hunger
Pain from coming back, kid
Super Cat's sick, everything be cool irie
Pass the peace pipe like Chief
a big piano
We can live like the Black Sopranos
They say all good girls love thug niggaz
I guess that's why I'm so in love wit'cha
Let's ride, let's
on my way".
He picked all of that cotton.
I said this is about a country boy like myself, B.B.
King you know.
So when he get to Chicago, his cousin
really going on
Make it look like a lot of stealing going on
Boy them cops is killers in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle of the street
I ain't no
anthem?
Nas, the millionaire, the mansion
When was the last time you heard your boy Nas rhyme?
Never on schedule, but always on time
These streets
hear a thing
It go in one ear and out the other like a bullet out the muzzle of a pistol shot
By brothers standin' point-blank range
Niggas bang in
heard Cupid in my ear
He said he never saw better
I gave him a straight shot
And it hit me like a moving truck
Ohh, like an atom bomb
But it never felt so
don't let you know what's really going on
Make it look like a lotta stealing going on
Boy them cops is killas in my home
Nigga shot dead in the middle
day at five o'clock, she heard a rifle shot
Quickly she ran to the door, that was facin' the pass
She saw her cowboy, her wild-ridin' cowboy
Low in
done spread around the world
Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer
Looking like the reaper in your driveway
Straight spoon your living room
together
Shot dice in the bathroom
Ya want trouble?
Well trouble ya found
Cause we diss ya, then issue
The critical beat down
He needed money
I would always
collars off, while ridin' off
Float boat big boys, Oakland A's stashed away blades
Ventilation let the sharks, ani-maze
Somethin' sheist like, seven butcher
J Of this rap world
I travel the globe with a black girl name Becky
Grand like Auto Theft 3
Style so developed the law can't arrest me
You walk
I'm gettin' dizzy as the world keeps spinnin' like a Frisbee
Gangstas and girls make the world twirl
No hesitation I can run a nation from
J Of this rap world
I travel the globe with a black girl name Becky
Grand like Auto Theft 3
Style so developed the law can't arrest me
You walk
up? (hoo, ohh)
Pray for me, seen it all in my dreams
Heard some talks in my world
Been some things I ain't seen
Pray for me, don't mind me by my
Tat my name on you, girl, so I know it's real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know it's real
Tell a bad bitch girl, let's go hang
You know me,
Cops got, guns!
They givin' out life like by the tons
Run! If you ain't do shit, you it
That next felony, nigga, it's like three zip
So, run! Hop
a story's past
It's what alive feels like
Bored children caught between dog days when night turns them loose
All that's different for girls is
flip
My boys pull out big knots 'cause we all rich
My boys pull out big Glocks get you all hit
My boys givin' them shots like they all sick
Remy Boyz we
sold-out shows for someone out
Ridin' round with this gold A hangin' on my chest like al
Whole team winnin, OG hit a homerun, we chillin
We don't talk much
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray dear Lord that you will keep
Your eyes upon this sleeping world
Every little boy and girl
Bless the children far
All you heard was Big Chan
Don't hit me no mo'
Shit this ain't a game
Street niggas know the m-o
I kill em with words
Serve em like them dealas
Do
of Bacardi
If it's me and a pouch with my dargy
Shawty, you're seeing two stars in the party
Fuck what you heard
I'm a pop boy and I ain't giving man
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