Lyrics:
that went platinum damn near over night
You're all welcome, niggas know you want to live my life
May God help 'm
I'm possessed by my sacrifice
to wild and commit mad crimes
We dwell in the dark trees, sellin' Jeeps
'95 Blazers call us a bunch of hell raisers
Timberlands and Skullys is all you see
and hit that ac' you with
We gon' talk about guns and y'all talk about cars
We gon' talk about murda when y'all talk about broads
When niggas spit
a style that's wild yet so unique
I can't be stopped from reachin my peak
Because givin my all and all, that's how I gotta live
It's my prerogative, so
you're still alone
Makes you starve, makes you thirst, makes you tired while you roam
He'll trick your eyes, give you hope, then strip it all away from you
If you want to fly, then give it up
We're all gon' die, why ask why
Get them digits up
By my side the Heckle and Koch
And life is like a stopwatch,
they feelings
I got advice from my father, all he told me was this
Niggas, get off your ass if you plan to be rich
There's ten rules to the game, but
They know how we roll
Like hell hounds on the devils play ground
Uh its a
Hard world when you leave the house
This land will chew you up and spit you
To all my high bidders, to all my live niggas
We here to blackout, follow the story now
Just feel my heat, and you know I'm gonna
Just keep the street,
And a butler came and answered the door
He just shook his head when I asked for her
And said, "She doesn't live here anymore"
But he offered to give me
bloodline
This degree that I got
Barely gets me by
Day by day by day
It's like living paycheck to paycheck
Smile to smile
When all you do is survive
You find
And spreading lies,
And I'm wondering why you're even here at all.
It's your salvation
That leaves me in this eternal hell,
To a complacent life of shit
all are American people but people treat them like dogs
Seems that men become animals when they pick in the morning fog
Rich men should know that all
everything together
From hundred raka'at salats to copping butter leathers
Remember when you went and got the dark blue Ballys
I had all the different color
from
Acid tab right on my tongue
This my forty-seventh blunt
Promise this ain't what you want
Live my life, gotta' have my fun
Remember way back, I
you give in they'll see you cry again
And your gnawing at your teeth
Dragged around by a fucking leash
There's a pit in hell that long awaits your death
you cant trust, that's a fuckin must
Born to raise hell
Everything I touch
Turns to fuckin dust
Bitch I don't give a fuck
Suck my fuckin nuts
Live
So im causing hell some trouble
The devil might've won some, but you just lost one
Now im on another level
I'm a victor by faith, I'm seeking his
Crucial Conflict come out and play, hey come on
Crucial Conflict, Kelly and Rockland, collabo'
Funny faces is all I see
At my place, you on top
send him money or I'll burn in Hell
And on the news i find it's all been spent
(That's where you money went)
They caught him playing "feed the kitty"
Nothing (from all)
You are Something (in all)
You’ve forgotten it,
You were proud.
Wake up now
Don’t ask “How?”
Divine game
Is All around.
You have
might call you a traitor if you want something greater
Don't get me wrong, America's a great place to live
just listen to the knowledge I give
if more
a traitor if you want something greater
Don't get me wrong, America's a great place to live
Just listen to the knowledge I give
If more than half the budget
from the sky
Onto concrete buildings
The animals have nowhere to live and they are dying off in final extinction
This has been for a century now
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