Lyrics:
it
I stay true to the game, so I'm not gonna let it
Take control of me, fool you can roll with me
From OG to OG you can reminisce with me
About
controlling your fate
'cause you didn't play the game by the rules ya know its too late
You tried to hop the fence on false pretence that's nonsense
You know
But Top Dogs camp ain't nothin' to fuck with
And don't say we didn't warn ya
I got this Detroit thang with more love that California
Drunk DJ
getting him drunk, and he taking shots to the head
Now he's laying stiff off in the bed, but no he's not really dead
See that punk drunk and he passed out,
Mack 10's
Bust 32 times
And niggas who ain't in it gettin shot by
Standards on the block
Smokin like bomb
Fools given up they cell
Gettin sideways leaven
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
[Hook Goldie:]
Take this broken wings and learn to fly again and learn to live so free
and when we here the voices sing the book of love will open up
name
Even truer to the game you cannot blow out my flame
I ain't a punk, nor a snitch, not a bitch or a rat
Just a real muthafucka that loves to mack
I
pup
Any mother fuck who's a thug, thanks to bad luck
Any punk that's drunk 'cause he ain't found love
Oh I
Drop rhymes
Cop kind
Stop time
Oh I
Drop
I thought we were in love
But you don’t like me no more
Oh yeah you like that shit rough
But now I think of you
I wanna fuck you to sleep tonight,
for the cause
No love for these punk faggots pause-
My mind ain't changed
2 deep tatted up, ain't it strange
3 deep tatted and we became
Something
as c-cancer
You were sorta punk rock, I grew up on hip hop
But you fit me better than my favorite sweater and I know
That love is mean (uh oh), and love hurts
lookin' like a punk by the eyes
You know that ass hopin' that body still movin'
Never talk that shit till I get to the stage sooner
You never go huh you
We all want love so what's this all about
Why you feeding me these doubts
I feel like a sensitive punk I just pout
But nothings stealing my bounce
I
I got my heart on my sleeve and my blade on my hip
Need a w by any means watch me flip
Surviving off a tea and the fucking schmole hits
Uchiha blood
threw like the prettiest
Big boy Benz, 500-S series
Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s
'Bout it to half smoke Philly comin' out
to jump i know how you feel, Cuzzo
You really not a punk
But don't let your emotions
Take over your thought
Don't get yourself murdered over G-U-N love
You
[Chorus]
California's the state where punk niggas die.
First thought be survival every mornin' when I rise.
So many murders and homicides in
more song
[Hamm]
No shit
[Quik]
Yeah, I wanted to know if you wanted to bust on it?
[Hamm]
Oh, without a doubt, you know I'd love
profound
Similar to rounds spit by Derringers
You're in the Terrordome like my man Chuck D said
It's time to dethrone you clones, and all you knuckleheads
the girl's got him on the run
Made love to her just one time
Now she runs his body and mind
He calls everyday on the phone
But baby's playin' games
Leave
Are you ready for death?
Here's your cemetery plot
[Kamikaze]
Animosity pushes me to killa dreams in my sleep -
Fatal thoughts of puttin' punk
grenade
(Get paid!)
[Chorus]
{2X} I come from tha city that deh' don't play by rules
I come from the city tha deh' ride on fucking fools
{4X} A this tha
put in work like red ants
And when I walk by Curtis Mayfield'll draft
And spell the full limp love is just like Shaft
Shit I craft, is harder than
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