Lyrics:
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no
Dogg Pound, LA zuu
Shit ain't even real no more
(Ain't nothing stop, don't stop
That's for damn sure)
Holla at my homie Pac and shit
(I heard 2Pac fucked
door, which was locked, eight or ten neighbours entered,
with two policemen. By the time the cries had stopped. As the party rushed up the
stairs, two
stand tall
Something like I'm Solomon
Cop is trying to see my Facebook
So they follow em'
All up on Myspace, the fuck out of my face
Been repping 5'2 ever
Pluto Richey, Richey Pluto, however, you wanna say it (bah-bah-bah-bah)
Yeah, murder
Two of my chains ten-hundred thousand, one of my rings cost
[Intro: GZA]
This is a tale of a town with the population
Of approximately two thousand people
They small close in their community with crime
Unh! I bring you murder in the first
And even as we speak we gettin further in this verse
With no further adieu I do what I respect
Doom got me
Don't leave me now, don't leave me now
For our time together has only begun
I raised you as an only child
In a room for two as your father did run
I
its true
moneys the route of all evil
cause crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the eagle
and be my motive for murder
*CHORUS*
*Twista*
lord knows
its true
moneys the route of all evil
cause crooked or legal
its all manipulated by the eagle
and be my motive for murder
[CHORUS]
[Twista]
lord knows
us all|, [a way]
|for them| [to exter-minate]. +
|The-rich| [murder the poor] |to hoard|
[the earth] |for the elite|.
Bridge
Verse 2 -
[They
throw the blower in his lap
Walk myself to the court like, "Man
I did that!" ain't no Black Power when your
Baby killed by a coward
I can't even keep
like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are
Champion, a champion
What up Nicki? it's nasty yeah yeah yeah
I saw my first two million
the block is hot, ha
See where I'm from we keep our guns out
Dodgin' cops and burnin' blocks, so we be thugged out
It's time to floss, two big bodies
ass you tried
I snatch 2 Chainz and stay true but you lied
Summertime you niggas looking like cold winter
You a pack of dirty blunts we don't roll with
a bird and a glock
On the block makin money where they murder a lot
Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard
I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet
Yo nephew, give me some of that No Limit shit
Yeah,
We got my nigga Fiend in the house
C-Murder in this motherfucker
Mystikal all up in this
the dream got put together
I was whippin' in the car with my friends older brother,
He had the bass real loud like no other
I remember he put on some 2 Chainz
Look in the mirror we gone scream holla records (murder man)
that's my homies that be screaming in the grave yards
Ughhhhhhhh Scream its wicked out
yo soy el mejor y le molesta a lo rapero
(Le molesta lo rapero yeah)
Estamos bien alto andamos por el sky
Como Drake y 2 Chainz I never said no lie
up in the early morning
I heard a voice that showed me the things to come
And told me I had a choice
To build it three hundred cubits by fifty
hate me, b****es in the head beatin 'em (So)
N****s wanna ride by the crib all slow (Oh)
We clap motherf***er, want a real rap show?
Fiends are
gonna work? You know you owe me too much to stop."
John said, "I got a little workin' to do but I ain't goin' by your clock."
People said John was
a son
And he got to eat, by any means
I got two fiends, fuck a hoop dream
Make it to the NBA that's a pipe dream
They end up smoking rock out of pipe
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