Lyrics:
Legend out the 2-6 (Whoa)
Y'all know who the truth is (Whoa)
Crazy like a movie by that nigga Stanley Kubrick (Whoa)
Perfect time to pop up (Whoa)
Wet
above it then it's you my friend that I implore
You've got to walk before you run
See the night before dawn
Before you pull yourself off the floor
I
family stared at me
Saying, "Wasn't that you? Nah, it couldn't be"
They kept asking me if I did my chores
My butt was saved by a knock at the door
like pancakes with extra syrup
Whatever y'all put up, I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at
Yeah, I'm talkin'
pancakes with extra syrup
Whatever y'all put up, I double that
Stapleton is where I hustle at, 2-12 is where I bubble at
Yeah, I'm talkin' money-wise, you
girl so thorough she been with me from the start
Hid my drugs from the NARC's, hid my guns by the parts
I got this model chick that don't cook or clean
[Chorus]
I've been thinkin', times is hard
'Fore it get worse and fall apart
Maybe you should quit your job, and do what's right
And make you my
way?
And if you give me that okay
I'll give you all my love today
Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see?
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I
longest last few miles
This day next day someday soon
But who will see that my grave is kept clean
But who will see that my grave is kept clean
Henry
way?
And if you give me that okay
I'll give you all my love today
Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see?
Somehow your words just hypnotize me
And I
'til I'm chilled clean through to the bone.
Yet tain't being dead, it's my awful dread
of an icy grave that pains.
So I want you to swear that foul
as of this moment
I pray that you guard with
With protection if it's gon'
Be my day to leave this earth by your will
I sincerely repent and accept
You as my
give them mine
My name is a threat
Riot is an unfinished grave that was dug to deposit undepleted anger
Like barrels of uranium leaking into
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
My corner so polluted, young niggas looting
I studied Kenneth Williams, I'm one hell of a student
Remarkable hustle, my niggas coming home
I kept
faucets that weep
Hot tears splash against the shower floor
And I stand in the steam as if inside a dream
I can see her again by the sink
From behind
dead -- it's my awful dread of the icy grave that pains;
So I want you to swear that, foul or fair, you'll cremate my last remains."
A pal's last
you need
Come follow me and see
I’ll bring eternity
From my gun
To your head
I’ll play God
You’re now a piece of me
Chosen by the one and only
In
narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
Than me blowin' indo, rollin' in my Benz-o
I send the police to the grave
And when I'm finished
Need to bring
I'll ask of you
There's one kind favor I'll ask of you
Won't you see that my grave is kept clean
that could cost you your grave man
Triple gold ones the mark of a dead man
So why you slanging the keys, drinking the g's watch your g's
Cause in my
who's flawed
But I see a woman in the image of God
Highest regards, I light a cigar
To man, woman and children, my Bible is ours (yeah)
Open it up,
night raw like CM Punk
Hmm sike I was just playing
I swear I'm sponsored by trojan that ain't how I'm laying
I'm on my A game like a fight night weigh in
Gotta go with the fiends and in the click is a no no.
Gotta make that money man,
Gimme all my change, it's a murder thing, now
Even in the dummy game,
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