Lyrics:
on the block slangin amphetamines
I'm thinkin about my ghetto dreams on a triple beam
Ain't no, turnin back I'm way too deep
I got prices on my head by niggaz
that
Step to A.G., then you're best to be sure, black
Roll with my crew, I got the O.E.
20 dollar sack, and my hat to the back just like TLC
I'm feelin real good
with a look like, "Bitch I wish you would"
try to slow my roll, hold me up
It ain't gon' go, not this time bitch no
I'm back up in
blues brother
The vibe is Cuba
Give twenties and couple of wise words to the kids
I'm an example to them, stay in school learn buiss'
Tell 'em,
the good news"
It went to voice mail 'cause Nicole was sleeping
So Lauren left a message, like "Girl, I'm gonna see him"
She hangs up and falls back
Riggs
Riggs told me if I could sign you today I would
But I was back on my bullshit, up to no good
Necro hit me up on MySpace, took me on tour
Saw
followed plan A, no backup
Now I got the momentum of 20 mack trucks
Going downhill
And it's finally getting recognized and that feels
So damn good
oh cent, back down, had to eat the top ramen by the pack owww
Hit-boy said price snap now
Fuck that you're hogging the mic, lemme rap now
Make
heart torn out by somebody you thought was a friend/
And now your trust is worn down or bought to an end/
No pardons can mend it, when you're darkened
Right back 'cause I know you like that
Come up to your crib my
Version of a night cap
Your man thinking that
It's all about doe,no!
Its all about
back in my mind is played back
over and over. That's the reason that I'm never sober
Twenty-two, the skinny, broke mummy man
It's all good now-a-days, I
Yeah
Can you feel it
See I been over here and I been over there
Now I'm right back where I started
As I paint picturing me in this fucked up world
I
Top shottas are back gotcha
Crud! Mad!
Five-five bands for the wap, did I mention
G17 for my protection
Real skeng man, Russ got a selection
Put
can||She can see by your eyes that you're in doubt|So before it's too late, better work this thing out|Don't look back in 20 years and say|‘Why did I ever
I look good
But I look better by myself
He chasin' me
But I don't need nobody else
Twenty-one
Bad bitch on my own
Ain't worried bout another nigga
to feel some excitement man (Rip)
No courtside cause the times we in
But things come back ill be on that shit
Rip, kissed, sealed to the zip
Ménage a trois
Ayo Spitty what time is it?
24 hours to live Manny the young Ma$e
24 seconds on the clock I hit the pump fake
24 on my back one day I was eight
never regret the shit that I say, that y'all don't respect
So fuck with a check, the money ain't shit
I'm 'bout'a go nuts so run this shit back
Yeah,
Drip too much get a squeegee boutta take a trip to Fiji
Seeing me good like hd I got the bread like pastry
Born with spice got maced g
Driving back home
speakers when they banging at twelve
That's why I hang by myself
Her kids in a charter school
People scared to death, always wanna touch a part of you
hot
They don't know when to drop
Like I'm back resurrected, they don't know if it's Pac
Hennessy by the gallon, NBC, Jimmy Fallon
ABC, Jimmy Kimmel,
you made yo rubik, I been makin' movies
I'm like Stanley Kubrik, takin' back the 20s
Bitch, that's therapeutic, see the planets tryna cop the movies
We
The stick-up kids can't stop the RUSH
The DEA can't stop the RUSH
My whole click cock back and bust, FOR REAL
[Pacewon]
Yo, yo, yo
Professor Kick-Ass, Mr.
you fakers./
It takes more than your jealous ass to break us./
This shit is pumpin' wrecking your sound detector./
After twenty records still top choice
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