Lyrics:
His daddy a killer, he wanna be junior
They must've forgot the shit that they done
Dementia must run in his family, but let it get shaky
I'll park
Girl you're gettin' that look in your eyes,
and it's starting to worry me.
I ain't ready for no family ties,
nobody's gonna hurry me.
Just keep
Smoking weed, true indeed
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Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
Wait right here (wait right here)
I'll be back in the mornin' (mornin')
I know that I'm not that important to you
But to me, girl, you're so much
They get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death
We let'em keep talkin' man they dog us man it's all the same
But what did we gain by givin'
Conelrad
But I didn't pay my Con Ed bill
So the radio didn't work so well
Turned on my record player
It was Rock-A-Day, Johnny singin'
Tell your Ma, tell
But no sell-out, I guess I'm just barred
I ain't changin' mine for no body
They bleeped words from Doug's LA-DE-DA-DE
I can't get a bleep? What's
a black king on a throne
Evil E...turn up the microphone
So I can ill and break on the rollin' tape
Another album to make? Great
Islam turn the bass
I never had a father figure
I was raised by the thugs
And the drug dealers
- That's why I love niggas!
Until they place me in my casket
Guess I'll be
Yeah,
These are just warning shots before I get started
I don?t wanna hurt nobody
Duck Down niggers,
Take that,ahhh
Mr. Combs is in the building
I?ll
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
I was like Fresh
Poppa raised me to chess moves
And though your gone I'm not bitter you left me prepared
We got divided by the years, but I got
I'm wit ya
I know what it's like when they know you now
But bark at your dog baby, and I'll hold you down
Time and time and time again
I knew that
in it
And I'll admit it, this life is fucked up but yo
(But yo) this life is the only life I know
Uh, uh, uh
Gold bathtubs, making love to my
and the guys in Kani
All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by
You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid
So tip up your cup and throw your
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat (beat)
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
We
and I'll take mine)
Life is a road, it's a motorway
And the road gets rocky along the way
But if it gets too smooth it's time to call it a day
(On
my own sorrow, but I know one fact
I'll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
I'll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone
like a drug dealer
So don't snitch, my nigga, get your chips, my nigga
Mind your business, I minds mine, let's get rich, my nigga
Take our family
rhymes so you could take mines
You fellas can't shine
I take time, great lines from a great mind
Was under wraps but now youngin's back
Pittsburgh's front
elements and tactics
First I'm over there, and then I'm back to this
I jumble topics, you won't know where I'll go
Back in your face with a cold but
Don't want nobody's name on my behind
Lee on my legs, sneakers on my feet
D by my side and Jay with the beat (beat)
Jay, Jay, Jay, Jay, uh, uh
We
mad at me because I backtrack so casually
You're practically my family
If we married then I'll guess you'd have to be
But tragically our love just
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
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