Lyrics:
on the storm
There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday let your children play
If you give this man a ride
Sweet family
Game would say
"Hi!"s name in that manner
Many years went by
Still no legitimate answer
Anyway, I put out a mixtape in 12th grade
Hub City threat, minor
you survive
"Hi this is Elaine again.
Are you enjoying your stay in South Central Los Angeles,
Or is somebody taking your things? Have you
run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn
run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin' ass, I think he left his wife
There she is, on the ground, being trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn
(DJ Clue)
The Professional
Part Two
Coming real soon!
New shit! Crime life!
Memph Bleek!
Cease!
Ja!
(Memphis Bleek)
Nigga, picture me hot,
to ride
To keep the heater right by her side
[Eve]
Ah-yo so what the deal dogg tell me keep it real dogg
N****z seem to the brain how you feel dogg
love of music to entertain his friends by creating custom made mix tapes he sold to friends. His tapes were so well-received he was invited to DJ
life has been tough
But that's no excuse to be so fucking gruff
Mark Sanger serves him ham, though he doesn't like pork
He'd rather eat his own shit
I feel like Suavé Ross in his prime
Too many bodies on the floor, no crime
Girl called me up, man, I declined
'Cause I'm having the time of my life
Surrounded, as he is most days, by a
Small cadre of management
And marketing professionals
Each of them with a stake in
His career there are representatives
(DJ FMCT)
(DJ Bandz, aw, man)
Been through all kind of shit
Bro died from dialysis
Tellin' niggas not to tell on you is witness tamperin'
Out
'cause that night he got shot
Killed by another crip over his Rolex watch
I got high for three years off that Chronic from the Doc
I was drinkin'
that's how you survive
"Hi this is Elaine again.
Are you enjoying your stay in South Central Los Angeles,
or is somebody taking your things? Have you
on the shoulder, say, Thanks for stoppin' by.
Then I opened up the door and said, Take care, guy!
He got mad, threw back his arm, and slashed my shirt
I laughed
motherfucking child
So you can get some fucking sympathy points?
They can't feed they fuckin’ family
Because you mad at what another man
Stickin' his dick inside
spectrum, this done by red man
With horns on his head, laid down the ill plan
Got all his helpers, said, "Make it snappy!
Tell all the people that their
fuckin into me!
Plus she was a virgin!
So this one time me and lazaan was smoking a zol
There by dj hi-tek's crib
When she says to me, "can't we be
(DJ SAYWHAT??)
Our phone are open for all you high motherfuckers
At 1 800 DIKINYABOOTY
Welcome
That's 1 800 dick in ya boo tay!!
Welcome
the heater right by her side
Aiyyo, so what the deal Dogg, tell me
Keep it real Dogg
Niggas seem to the brain, how you feel Dogg?
Nigga I'ma ride, set it up,
to your life
I'm in this Ghost gettin' throat at this light
We ain't the same, nigga, your ticket's by the lights
I'm wipin' sweat off my Fendi at this
backed by bullies who be peelin' caps
I sack a rapper like linebacker, play my rhyme backwards
You can hear the Devil speak his mind with fine graphics
might want to talk and take a walk
But I'm avoiding spies
They see me vibing with the blames
And ladies by my side
I see them with a smile like hi
wit a scholarship...
...and won the championship
But when it came to his life he didn't care...
...cause he took it to the air
"Cross and a hook,
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