Lyrics:
a forty-five screamin out surviv-al
Hey nigga can I lay low, cook some ya-yo
and holla five-oj when I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin fences
You say that you miss him
I can tell by the way you kiss him
Get yourself together
And you'll be alright
You say that you love him
Now he's gone
de dah, say it y'al
Oh, la de dah, oh, la de dah
Oh, yeah, everybody sing along
If you want to do your thing
Do it now, oh, lad de dah
Come
the bases
Might yank you out the whip, strip you naked (get over here)
Niggas comparing MJ to "Weird Al" Yankovic (huh?)
It's a bitch ain't it? (bitch,
to say:
She queen-bee turned and walked away.
How bad does she seem?
She makes me want to scream.
Then boyfriend calls her up on the other line;
She
I say so
Don't wanna go to the pen, I'm hittin' fences
NARC's on a nigga back missin' me by inches
And they say how do you survive
Weighin'
blood on the tune
And we're ever most alive when it comes to summer time
Spend the night in Sky garden
Take a walk by the London eye
Say good bye
it by the liter
It's Al Jabbaar when you see me
I had 896 grams in my backpack in my left and right pocket where the racks at
Yeah I got it for
down
By the kid from the pits
Of the mo-town bitch
(Bitch)
(Bitch)
Might go admit as a patient
In the mental ward say it erase it
They saying my mind is
Never switch hoe
Yeah
You hear me?
Real live
Days went by
You nowhere by my side
You left me all alone
In hell but I survived
I made it out
They all
can steal my whole style like CB4
Impersonators suckers stole my identity
They say that imitation highest form of flattery
No originality too many
Yeah
Everything I say is facts
This is a true story
Look, uhh
I seen my brother at his highest and I seen him at his lowest
When we both was
But they not with what they talk about
Say another word and then I promise ima knocc you out
Hoes say I’m rude but yeah these niggas really hate me now
Vibe
Lemme Vibe Get The Fuck Out the Way
Lemme Vibe Lemme Vibe Lemme Lemme Vibe
Yo bitch get the fuck out of the way
Do what I say by
Write his name
In
Alien, alien
Trey Duce until I fade away
Breaking hearts and Skippa's 808's
Give a fuck bout' what my haters say
I ain't found a way, bitch I made
You hit me up
It’s just a typical Saturday night
Try to ignore you
But you come ready for the fight
Sayin you miss me
And you need me by your side
the evil, one of my big disadvantages
How you say yo gang run the city, I never heard of y'all
AL Chapo , bounty , Hunter His, check his catalog
Fake real
full of pain, Honey
Trouble with money
We gotta take everything day by day
Gimme a second say
I need me a minute to say what I gotta say
Al-ways thinking
more getting tighter like in denim
They want Jesus, Imma let 'em
Then al menos they will know I'm serious
And all these individuals
Gonna say, ""Jesus,
on the big T.V. anyway!
[Phonte] WELLLL, did you really have to say that you gon' leave me? (DAYUM!) Just 'cause I undressed and left my clothes on the floor
Gangs usually roll as a savage pack
Once sworn in, there's no turnin back
Initiation, manhoods are tested
Do crime, you'll fail by becoming arrested
cause you cannot name
The words that'll say what you wish to convey
Come closer to your closest memory
In me you can see what you've always seen
The best part for the best rendition
Al Capone he sent to prison
Citizen Kane came fast and quickly
Conquering ol' New York City
Poking fun
Robert Allen and lyrics by Al Stillman 1953
Roncom Music Co., and Charlie Deitcher Productions
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