Lyrics:
I be sliding when I'm riding pistol right beside me
Dusse in my cup cuz I don't wanna be reminded
Bout the friends that turned fake family turning
SICK
BEAT RIDE IT LIKE A WHIP
KNOW WE BLOWIN' BY THE ZIP
TELL EM' LIGHT THAT SHIT
NO SWITCHING I'M A STICK
TO THE SCRIPT LIKE THIS
ON MY SOUTH EAST SHIT
[Intro: Method Man]
Yeah... one-two, one-two, it's Big M-E-F
The phenom from Vietnam, fresh out of rehab, yo
On my way the weedspot, haha, what's
for what it's worth) x2
(give everything for a better turn) x2
My ADHD doesn’t let me feel how it really hurt/
cuz I always get distracted by another
[Intro]
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock the doors
Five, six, better load your clips
Seven, eight, we're gonna test your
***Intro***
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
Testing 1, 2
Yo I’m just gonna say what’s on my heart right now you know?
***Verse #1***
I couldn’t
[Intro: Krayzie]
That's right Bone Thugs-N-Harmony back up in this muthafucka
Nigga, duce double 0 duce
Lay, be , Wish Flesh
[Bone Thug Bone Thug
(Intro)
Man ain't nobody give me shit....I grinded hard for this....you could say I did it on my own, Yeah Big Murph
(Chorus)
On My own, who ya
I'm a born killa
(chorus)(2x)
I'ma born killa
Born
Killa
"don't fuck with me"
My momma did her part
But it ain't her fault that I was born with out
lonely, you won't catch me in no damn club
I might slap the next b**** that tell me sober up
If I had last words for my lil bros
I would tell them young
up, laughing after it's blowing up
Think I'm playing by my pistol, until I'm smacking it over ya
Shooting spiders off my rims, like I got
dumb like I know nothing
Who you know up out my generation that's inspired by jadakis and nas went against the odds
Golden bricks up under me I'm
prosthesis
"Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?" said he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, make
rogue pistols
Walkin' contradiction like "quiet noise"
No words eyes blurred with my diamonds pores
Four karats in these ears make you call your boys
you talk to me
Just kick me out the house if you're annoyed by all my melodies
Daddy issues
Tears and tissues
Please don't make me wanna grab the pistol
forget you let a brother try to dis you
I swear to god he better have a blade and plus a pistol
Forever miss you got babies that want to kiss you
(intro)
They making bargains with the devil man these niggas selling souls forreal x2
Fucked up all a nigga seeing, i can't fucking believe these
pussy, fucking my bitch
I've been going platinum, you walk by
You player-hate, don't even try
Chorus
Verse two:
Don't ever quit, once you get started
(I ain't doin' that shit)
You motherfuckers think I'm crazy right? (yeah you crazy)
I know, but I am..
I have to show niggas, word g, I have
a lover
Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T
I just laughed, cause no one can defeat me
This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy"
Number one, was "Poetry" you
Wearin' Barkleys, I just parked the 740 by a palm tree (that's real shit)
Stuck to the plan from out the sand, get rich and share it
When you a dope boy,
'pon lock shit, gun 'pon cock shit
We won't stop shit, everybody move
Two words, BK, NY, Bed-Stuy
Two harsh, too hungry, too many, that's why
These
just step on they feet
So now I'm goin' two by two
For my niggas and for all my fans
And all them niggas claim they shook my hand
They wasn't sayin'
the things, that's on my mind
When I be sliding by, in my city (in my city)
I'm on a gangsta roll, in my two do' Regal
With four 12's in my trunk
That'll bump
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