Lyrics:
Well, I tell you a story that's got no end
I forgot my love and I lost my friend
The murder was easy to soft my charm
But this darkness is about
lush fields with bell tolls
Couple huddles of the unskilled but well told
It's unreal how off one deal to sell souls
And he got em' by the dozen
my picture with silence
'Cause my identity by itself causes violence
The E with the criminal behavior
Yeah, I'm a gangsta, but still I got flavor
blues
With illegal notions alive,
Alive in your head
You are back from some war
That you've been fighting for
Some old blue blood bastard
In
fate, God say be patient for that
Man all I got is my gangster, better not go playing with that
Anything get taken from us, my folk, we takin' in back
Bet
Screw type shit
Just a sad ho runnin' through the crew type shit
I got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shit
Take down Meg Thee Stallion's by the group
my blues
To comprehend my life
You got to get into my groove
You say you're standing for the hungry and the weak
But your words are as hollow
my blues
To comprehend my life
You got to get into my groove
You say you're standing for the hungry and the weak
But your words are as hollow
motherfuckin' ribbon
Bitches got my name on em, and the nigga still livin'
Spend a condo in the club, one bottle won't do
Two bottles won't do, bottles for
the clock
Parkin' my yacht with the plug on the dock
We got the streets, they still on lock (still)
I can make a mill' off top (mill')
You saw me
of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the East Coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues gettin' through,
Tangled up in blue.
She was married
barrio, soy su portavoz
Los niños hacen East-Coast-Sign con el dedo corazón
Nunca te desearé verme escuchando Gary Moore
No soy "The Prophet" but I "Still
watched your eyes as she
Walks by what a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than a blue sky
She's got you mesmerized while I die
Why would you ever kiss me?
I'm
Hey! Give me a listen you corpses of cheer
At least those of you who still got an ear
I'll tell you a story that'll make a skeleton cry
Of our own
Nobody go, til the God say so
You got a second or mo', to run for the do'
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know stack, couldn't get
go 'til the God say so
You got a second or more to run for the door
Before I blow back off the map, contact
You didn't know Stat' could get down
a Paul Allen in vacant loft
Warrants bein' filed for the cases fought
And them drugs get obtained by debatin' cost
You ain't Superman when that cape is
your face from your tears wet while you rocking last years sweats.
Swag yeah I got it Prada bags for my luggage,
Face on screen for everything I does
at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean,
a 40 waiting
Fresh out the box it got a laser fuck that bitch she thank me later
We rolling up that Gary Payton do it with no hesitation
You give them
play my cards right
I'll find out by the end of the night
You expect me to just let you hit it
But will you still respect me if you get it?
All I
stop
Come alive y'all gimme what you got
I guess by now you can take a hunch
And find that I am the baby of the bunch
But that's okay, I still keep in
at Moore's swimmy
If you pull them any rushes
Like a steely minor heavy
It's your non-essential city for it gets better
Take a spitty, yo
And here's your
for a minute man
I mean this game is gettin' real deep
We got niggaz that be misrepresentin'
I mean, motherfuckers you know thinkin' that DPG
Is
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