Lyrics:
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Pulling out, nuttin’ on the ground, bitch we dead wrong
But who gon' whoop me though
Don’t know how to fuckin’ chill, you are what you eat
A Boogie flows fuck hoes with my hoodie on
Big middle finger to the haters who done did me wrong
Dedicate this song to you
After this I’m done with
Fell in love
With a dead man runnin’
Egotistical
Shoulda seen it comin’
Blindsided
By his borderline
All drama
No peace of mind
Then it
rich
But compared to then, that'd been a big switch
Drivin big cars, wearin rings and ropes
But man without a plan all he had was hopes
So he sat down,
that I’m still alive
I know I’ve done wrong I had no guidance I was ill advised
I had to kill my pride
Dead is how I feel inside
Lately I don’t feel
slide
Gotta get that bitch right, want him dead by midnight
I followed him from his crib to the crack spot
I watched him go in and come back out, I got
the muthaphucka bawling, his body catch the shakes (BLAST)
Just before he die, I'ma look him in his eye
Ask the nigga how he figure he was big enough to try
a microphone and some headphones
When I catch a nigga, they gon' say that we did him dead wrong
Got a pocket full of big blue hunnids, but I'm still fuckin'
swingin' buckwild
"Mister, mister, do you have a dime?
See, I'm hungry and I'd rather be a begger than do crime"
Sure here's your dime, go make a big ten
are created
equal.
That they are endowed by their creator with certain inalienable
rights.
That among these rights are Life, Yes sir!, Liberty,
Who's at fault? Who said what?
Dead men walk, Dead men talk
Late night walk take the long way home
Ain't my block that's the wrong way home
Bruised
from the nawf yeah it's a bang sir
Fuck the industry can you hear my jewelry
I can do it by my own two big chains on me
Glock 40 in this bitch shorty
home, til I'm dead and gone
Disrespect you get split, cause you know right from wrong
Imma stand my ground, be all I can be
And shoot down everybody
mission
Can't believe the ones I considered big dog
Y'all done seen me risk it all and don't support the vision
Fourth quarter, down by four, we was 4th
know that I've tried
Take all the days as you take all the pain
Let it all go is so easily said
By your friends and your family as you're feeling dead
Beep!
Trick Daddy
I figure you'se a ho but you can't help it
'Cause being raised by a ho is kinda hectic
Old material bitch
Gold-digging for
One night life had been a skippin -turning me round
Could feel my heart a kicking like mustang tearin up a big dust cloud
I hear voice calling -from
Dead guy, even by myself I'm with them dead guys (I'm with them dead guys)
I didn't like that ho attitude but I can't lie her head fye (can't lie her
chick
Phill nigga I'm a big dog you a mother nigga get the fuck on
Pull up on them in a big brougham with your bitch nigga
I'm dead wrong
Late nights in
Thanks Big
Where Brooklyn at
Ugh
It's all good baby baby
Ya dead wrong
Wish you would try to play me
Deadlyforce is the illest
More money, more problems
just got a feti' for that fetish, chase them dead guys
I know she wonder why I vanish, I had to get by
I'm at war, baby, ain't no way to run (I'm
Mercenary with pain and it hurts to carry
Slow up your roll in my Punisher Mode
Better step soft, for you a dead boss, a leg lost
Air cross, taking the head
cock-roaches
We flip g's, no good deeds
Down on your knees, kidnapped by g's
Forties with the clip, shit float to your forehead
King pay dues, fuck you a dead
Life in a war zone, you make the wrong move, remove your torso
Guns blow back from the track, now the bloods roll
Unslow 24/7 now the funds flow
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