Lyrics:
Hey, hey hey hey!
Look in the mirror what you see?
Are you the one you want to be?
Are you tripping on cloud nine
Or has the world left you behind?
Tell me the trouble, tell me once to my ear
Turn, turn, turn again
Joliet prison and ninety-nine years
Turn, turn to the rain and the wind
Oh what's
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Everywhere that you go, no matter where you are at
I said you talk about this, and you talk about that
When the cat
"And for centuries they have been
Surrounded by secrecy and rumor
But tonight Action News has a
Rare look inside their village"
Tomb is open slap
and kutty bloody nutty leavin'em shocked yaw [x4]
I roll with, villians and vigilantys regimers and outlaws
Mob figures we don't hang with cowards without
about what shoulda, would'a and could'a happened
If music was about inovatin' and penetratin' generations by generatin' musical intergration
It wouldn't
just want to sell record you don't want warfare
You don't want to ride you want to get rich and hide
These n****z would've died if they shot me nine
Lamar, Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard
Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star
Life is
incredible nines
Better flows better fabrics better designs
Family and loyalty
Then the cheddar behind
I put some money on ya head
Or some bread on ya mind
We
cold as New York
But life is a bitch out here, word to Too Short
Whack was a shooter so we called him Tony Kukoc
Gang banging had us addicted like it was
See'mon
Yeah
Face Mob
Uh huh, uh huh uh
His name is Jigga
Yeah
What's happening baby
Whats up, whats up with ya?
Trying to get this loot
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Everywhere that you go, no matter where you are at
I said you talk about this, and you talk about that
When the cat
back every mob I see
Trapped in trapped in trapped in trapped in Minecraft
All by myself no one to rescue me
Mining hard every day
For the stuff
Mob ties, living legend the live
That's what I go by
And the lean double sealed
Pour the whole thing in the soda
Won't fall away, my nigga
Pull up
the Eastside of Long Beach, that's 2-1 Street
See we, live and die by the gun and the knife
And I, high as a kite, corrallin through the night
Ha ha, stackin'
Saving your kind
By wiping it off this place
Blood runs cold from piles of bodies
cll of the dead will rot in mobs
I will kill all your false beliefs
cs I
the spice of life
Always running out of time
Blinding halo
Black as shadow
I'm a two toned acolyte
Stack up the blocks
But only the kind that feeds on writers
Niggas know they'll lose they life if they play with us
And I scream "I'm from the Lam'," I gotta let 'em know
He told on the whole mob, that's why
an old rag
It ain't nine to five
Down and dirty he's an old tramp
He poses like a dead man
The night train passes by Money's not the answer for princes
find it
The stars on the flag are never shining
Uh, I saw a butterfly in hell today
Will I die or go to jail today?
'Cause I live by the sword and die by
for y'all, we wouldn't be real players
Ha ha ha ha ha
We're comin' in group with mob tactics and game
Ghetto soldiers when we step on the scene
Well thunder beats in 4/4 time
Destruction busts and blossoms
And darkness tips a heavy hand
Of jokers over nines
Then love climbs out of a totalled
and roughnecks
In these, dark streets (yo yo), my Squad creep
Mob deep, discharge thee and leave him on the concrete
By the light I got chicks that sound
Woo
9x til infinity time
Days of the cut off you remember these times
I get to scribbling
So dope you try sniff up my lines
We chasing billions
You
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