Lyrics:
Yo Nate, shit is crazy, I shook hands with mad dead niggas yo, all the
Niggas that used to be on the block, Ill Will, Marty, Black Ed, yo Son
Mad
all real and
I'm losing my brain
Tree's got me thinking that
I should be straight
Can't trust nobody, gotta watch my back
These bitches out here trying
This is the mayhem I was talking about starting around
Listen to me now let's dig into the ground
Fifty thousand pounds and I couldn't get around
system
Everybody hate till he dead
Then they miss 'em
Why can't we relax and listen
Stop spending money on things that glisten
From the east coast
But we
in the air
Atmospheric at least terrific aim to hit
This dead center I reign
Supreme over hype beasts never
Fell for the hype
B one chain with a white
[Police officer]
We have in Los Angeles cities about 50,000 gang members and 150,000 wannabes
[Conejo]
Live and direct from Planet Los Angeles
Weed,
she'll wake up dead
There's no card above receivers
Still its all so remote
Behind the bench at the rec
Where she lost fifty notes
(she says) “I
Picture a room full of candles, it's dark inside
Newspaper clippings on the wall from victims that died
Blood everywhere
You can tell the psych be
dear father you sent for me;
My love was the messenger was sent by thee.”
“Oh no my daughter that ne'er can be.
Your words are false and you lie to me;
give us a chance.
Christ! You know it ain't easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going,
They're going to crucify me.
Finally made
give us a chance.
Christ! You know it ain't easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going,
They're going to crucify me.
Finally made
give us a chance.
Christ! You know it ain't easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going,
They're going to crucify me.
Finally made
give us a chance.
Christ! You know it ain't easy,
You know how hard it can be.
The way things are going,
They're going to crucify me.
Finally made
gon' tell
Since Joe got picked up by that officer, I'm sorry that we don't talk that much
I just wanted to be like Big Choppa, MC, and Kaylo
I'ma
a one fifty outta town, ain't nobody around
I'm in the back seat breakin' it down
My love has been a past week dawg lately I found
Our press made us
of things
What good is havin a head and not no brains?
She asked me if I know 50 and who made "Tipsy"
Quick to get with me, quicker to get busy
She dizzy
guns here, granny crib
I'm comin' where your family live, bitch, it is what it is
Did him dirty with a Drac', got Glocks by the crate
I be slidin' in
a nigga blow
They be hatin' now
So I got a Glock in my coat
Can't trust nobody
So I ain't letting nobody close
Can't trust nobody
I be riding 'round by
That's when I ignore you
'Cause I don't wanna think 'bout us
I got mine before you and I love me too much
And I won't slow down for you, yeah
Often I be
of the rising sun
50 million dead but the reapers work is not yet done
Awake with the dawn and go to pray
Our emperor will see us prosper another day
Serenity
Ay-ay-ay ay nigga-nigga-nigga
I go to war with anybody nigga
You know fuck nigga
923 beat by wall shit shit, gangsta shit, gang shit
If you ain't
to take the last swallow of the Eases Jesus
Who got fifty on the next tree, we gotta stop at the store
We need D batteries for the theme music
Snatch
(Раз, два)
Ты дурачок, мы не играем в прятки (Никак нет)
Опять кирпичи, опять считают свои бабки (Cash-cash)
50 штук на запястье, только начал
Я pimp
him
I just left the lawyer, let him dig inside the Goyard
He pulled out 50K and told me everything is velvet
All the shit that I been going through
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