Lyrics:
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
(konichiwa bitches)
Come on, come on, I think they playing my song
I came to blow them out the frame, and I'm gone (konichiwa bitches)
M-E-T, to the H-O-D
Why
this here gat and shoot ya in the eye)
Who ya fucking with governor E?
Don't ya know I'll hang ya dead ass from a tree
(Then swing ya by ya foot)
could do
Cash corrupts the loyal
I hung with E-Money, too, the fucking truth
Fucking with Stretch from Live Squad
I could've died the same night that
Parallel, in this universe
Do we light up our hearts just to watch them burn?
Parallel, I will cross the lines.
'Cause maybe tonight... the stars align!
line for the blessing, get your mind off mine,
Hustle something and stop relying on mine, molding a lesson while u letting time fly by
At age 17
The Little D-A double-D why
The S-H-A-N-E, yes it's me
You better believe there's no comp and I'm certain
So if you try to battle me, then it's cur-tains
mind
I can stand in line after line just to see your face
Just to be your place
After a while it'll fade away but, here we are day by day
If I could fly
psychoes, killers
Saw Divine, Goon and Chungo, Lil' Turkey
R.I.P. Tyrone, 'member no cursing front of Ms. Vercey
Big Percy, Crazy Paul, the Sledge Sisters
My
Didn't line up more than once
So to be fair I'd rather tell you up front
Chorus:
You give your all, and I'll give you the same
But if you really want,
everything just to have it all , you'd think by now I'd be limping
But I set aside all the hate and pride
Jealous ways and envy eyes
Years later I'm getting
Pity me I didn't see the line in time and like a fool
In front of god and everybody, I politely blew my cool
Ain't no god in Mexico
Ain't no comfort
got the front door locked, (woo) uh, you ain't comin' in, hey
Bag after bag, on the week (yeah)
Bag after bag, I can't sleep (bag after bag)
Yeah,
up shop and try to move somethin
And I'm talkin about kilo's and pounds
Fuck a desert eagle
I got shit that spit over 300 rounds
Can tell by
seat
Sweet talking all night, caught in the rain
Your hair kept falling in front of your face
Walking that line and just taking our time with it
I was
Ahem
I'd like for you to take this time
And remember where you was the first time you heard Dedication
If I asked you how many times you've
it back
Is it okay for me to say? I don't know, so I watch and stand
In front of a line of police that look the same as me
Only separated by
never thought I’d be cutting the line like this
D-A-N-G-E-R
DANGER
D-A-N-G-E-R
DANGER
Do you wanna get in danger?
A little trouble makes a good front
thing
Shirts and tie to G-string
Tuning her guitar strings
And I want you to know That I'd be down for more
If I'm skipping my class I'll be at the front
the inforcer'
Mass murder motherfuckers in a course of
An everyday situation where I would stalk by
Fuck the car, I do a motherfucking walk-by
Eazy-E
myself
Eternally verbally, I have numbers, succumb to time outs
In rhyme bouts you'll dial 9, just to get a line out
Known fact or factors
real
Now a player I like, but you know I can't stand no snitch
Tryin to front like he rich
Done shot your credit, cause you bought you a new E
320,
‘renegades of funk‘, in a 3d frame of exploding brick, and whiz-lines for the locally motion sick, beyond gross but evoked a host of “oh dip” where a social
that is scripted
And I can keep trying or get off the competition
I'd rather run out of my fifteen minutes
Than have life pass me by and I forget
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