Lyrics:
world now, I make the rules
I say who lives, I say who die, I push the button
I save the kids, delete your crew
Call me John Q, call me Olu
Bitches
from, still gotta pack a gun
Case some young motherfuckers wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' til the early
y'all
That's tipical talk when they dick hard
They just wanna little pussy mama that's all
It's like fourth down, two yards fuck it they goin for it
How
David Banner nig- mic check, 1 2
I'm just going to get right to it luda!
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me when
It come to getting lyrical
Murdering
laugh again when they don't understand what I mean, bias
Everybody seen by us
Everybody wanna live a life like this
Man fuck that, do what's good for
and another one I saved that I bought on the way
Now that's faded, pour a shot cause' we made it
Two shots if you're feeling good, middle finger if you hate it
Pictionary, all you see is the cemetery
Bodies, from World War I and II is there
You don't want a third war, that's lyrical warfare
So since live, movin'
live in the Beacon
I'm 'shaw' to 'shank' shit up like Morgan Freeman
Pussy getting rapper, rich nigga, one-on-one rents niggas
And incidents, my
what to say, I was hangin' by a string
She said, "Hey, you two, I was once like you, and I liked to do the wild thing"
Wild thing
She loved to do
my ways
Drop a few lines, leave a bitch in a daze
Have her homegirls wonderin' what she do
Fucked around and gave me that pussy too
I be doin' this
I'm sorry for the wait nigga
I'm tighter than these pussy hoes, I'm chafe, nigga
Pockets full of crumbs, I'm a breadwinner
I'm sorry for the wait
do it for the meals
We just wanna put some food on the table don't wanna die before we live
I just wanna rock and pop the bottles with the crew (Crew
stone-faced from the brothers
Ludicrous whining, meaning when the others
Stand by em, while they take the fall
The Beast' now lives in the Capitol
Record
dick hard,
Go holla at your bitch
I met two niggaz, said they wanna fuck
One ate my pussy and the other licked my butt
Fuckin' with this dude, I'm finna
to pound
Feel the beat and obey the raw sound
We give ourselves two lives and we can't get enough
No we won't get enough
We are the stains in black
I see that when the money came that's when the women changed
Fascinated by lexus and gold chains luxury cars conversating with
Movie stars now they
a pin in that one for later
For now I pretend im Batman no cape pullin capers
2(xs)
Can I fly (can I fly or)
Will I fall (will I fall these)
Reasons why
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two
A rebel I be one
the love of my-
Raised by the gang with a mill' like Philly
With the watch, two-fifty and a bitch so- (blue, ooh)
Uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, uh
juice
Nine inch stroke game me that boost
Flipped truth for lies to his demise
Stay true or bounce, I had to choose
To love myself, protect my jewel
Live
play we vets
It's west coast foe life no crew only sets
[Ice Cube]
It's the dog breathing through the smog
I'm a hog of this gangster shit
Don
don't even know my brothers name
Bill Ritchie he lives in Chicago
He rides through town in an Eldorado
Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin
And I
gotta live through it
I break through with my WB crew Q Ball packs
The steel having niggas running
Like fire drills
We sending fronters on permanent
Yeah, creeping in the forest, it's my scene
Smooth mover, got that fox sheen
Surrounded by the ladies, can't be mean
Covered in pussy, you know what
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