Lyrics:
and not a meal ticket
Let the beat play, I wish I could see a day
With no he-say, she-say, I just wanna see Trey
Wanna play the Hood and not **** with
pray at the altar
Less you gettin stung by my
Zanpakuto
I suggest that you start running
Cause otherwise I be gunning
You better respect
Cause in two
Rhymes faster than a speeding bullet
Has more rhymes than a train has tracks
Able to leap sucker MC's in a single rhyme
Look, at the jam,
(Ho)
(Do we get to say wikki-wikki-wikki again?)
Wikki-wikki-wikki-wikki (shut up)
Wikki-wikki-wikki-wikki
Three words to the whack, step yourself
to rappers on the daily
A lot of artist with advances don't advance and make it
So we did it by our lonely, ain't a chance you'd take it
This is the future
you three days, I needed a clean hour
Your baby mama named Raina, right? I know you seen Power
You need powder, go play with your nose, it's takin'
I feel like I'm cursed
It's always storming
Ignore this shit day by day without a warning
Emotions pour, emotions pour
Emotions pour, I said,
[Verse One]
This is fo my lowridas hit'n them switches
Getting booty calls from them big booty bitchs
You Spit that real shit you best stand by
watching me, but I don't know g
Their acting shady tryna figure out my strategy
I got them liven every day likes it's there last day
Pety minded
everything for them niggas
And they all went against it every day
Get the shivers 'cause they
Callin' and biddin'
Planted seeds, mama kitchen
Now it's come
Straight to the noggin
Modern day problem solving
Seen them on the block
Old heads were bobbing
I guess they feel the vibe
No beg your pardon
Starting
and Shadow we not giving a fuck, (what)
Criminal minded, criminal's blinded by the fact that we dying
To the top of the game we popping these days
Showing
[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet
You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps
Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee
Custom made
and Shadow we not giving a fuck, (what)
Criminal minded, criminal's blinded by the fact that we dying
To the top of the game we popping these days
Showing
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
it's not. The chick has a kid every time she farts.
Illegitimate illiterate little bastards. Dead by eighteen, but this is just faster.
Verse
Girl,
a life
Where I can get by
Never go worry about things I don't mind
I just hope that one day this
Dream that I'm wishing its coming to life
This story that
But I learnt lesson thas so old never go back on ya wrd thas the goat code
Caught em Dey slipping up most doe, ice prolly melted he sailin (day it like
One yourself and two - run up with three gats
A 4-5, or six shot seven let eight clap
The nine milli throw ten shots
Where your face at
And the mac
Cosby
Three-to-ten years seems like not enough time in prison for the large number of lives BC damaged permanently
And sixty-nine years on this planet is
it evеry da day
Put your feet down, everybody gotta
Reach around and gеt now, everything
That they have or belonged to
‘em that they lost
Get it ‘cause
and louder
Prisoner code T.H.X, 1-1-3-8
I'm a break the chains and litigate Bill Gates.
And Ricki Lake type intruders of your private life
It's like they
children
Ignored me
Shot two of them niggaz in broad day
One died turned a robbery into a homicide
He called back the next day like
[SixXx]
We had a little
don't give a fuck that he paid
I don't give a fuck how much he weigh
Niggas die every fuckin' day
Broad daylight, hit a nigga with the K
By myself, I'm
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