Lyrics:
would, like a tree in this bitch
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that bitch
That's my MO, add a B to that shit
I'm fucked up, tore down
I'm
been up and down but never fall (on God)
I been at the lab behind the wall (21)
I been at the lab behind the-
Ratchet bitches wanted Frenchy's, not
your job every day
And then you work so hard 'til your hair turns gray
Let me tell you about life and about the way it is
You see, we live by the gun
From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime
See Allah Just granted permission for my position
Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive
ease the guns in
Rumble with patrolmen, tear gas laced the function
Heads by the score take flight, incite a war
Chicks hit the floor, diehard fans
your grandma stay, huh, my nigga?"
"This m.A.A.d city I run, my nigga"
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end
kid, I'm goin' all out
Life's a bitch, fuck it, got a gun, bust it
The gameplay, gotta play by the rules of your own cannot be trusted
Don't try
[Chorus]
You ought to know that girl by now.
She'll never settle down anyhow.
You let your heart go too fast.
You let your heart go too fast.
Broken
Baby, when you hear the siren sounds
When the karma come back 'round, don't let me down
Baby, there's a time to stand your ground
Even if one
better watch what y'all playin' wit'
'Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
Catch your breath, now
[Chorus]
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
Live by the gun, I'm a die by the gun
A nigga shoot at me,
overtook me down in Juarez Mexico.
Laid in the hot joint takin' the pill
In walked a sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said Willy Lee your name is not Jack
"Police, open now"
"Aww shit"
"We have a warrant for Eazy-E's arrest
Get down and put your hands up where I can see 'em"
"What the fuck did I do,
gorditas"
Bring all your dogs, I give 'em rabies
They never had a chance like my two aborted babies
Got Pope John Paul the 2nd, praying to Satan
Have your
goes
Another days gone
Hate to say so but I'm getting older
Day by day
Take off all your clothes
Stand up and wipe your nose
Cry for your daddy
tail 'cause I'm in demand
One lonely Beastie I be
All by myself without nobody
The sun is beating down on my baseball hat
The air is gettin' hot
Six-foot-six, stood on the ground
Weighed two hundred and thirty-five pounds
But I saw that giant of a man brought down
To his knees by love
He
a hoe, he's a freak
Got a different girl every day of the week
It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you
I had to let you know that I got a crush
down by law and I know my way around
On 42nd Street, lookin' for some action
Women standing on the corner selling satisfaction
One young punk just
of wisdom, to give to our first born
What you gon' tell your kids n****?
Who was you? What was you doin? How did you put it down?
These my words to my
the realness
Put ya motherfucking choppers up if ya feel this
(Bust one) Now bust one (gun shot) Not just one (two gun shots)
And if ya want some get some, I
better watch what y'all playin' wit'
'Cause a nigga will try to flip y'all
They hit y'all, jam you up and put a gun to your jug
Catch your breath, now
and your roots down deep
Add a few limbs to your family tree
And watch their pencil marks
And the grass in the yard
All grow up
'Cause the truth about
You ought to know that girl by now
She'll never settle down anyhow
You let your heart go too fast
You let your heart go too fast
Broken glass
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