Lyrics:
in traffic yea
He was with the guys they was never scared
Caught him by surprise led them to his lair
It's a decoy laying in the bed shot him in
drippin' like some hot sauce
Whole gang havin sticks You'll think we playin', lacrosse Im havin' diamonds on my neck
Cause you know I'm movin' like a big
the same
You keep a bunch of guys screamin' homie over hoes
I keep a bunch of chicks tryna blow my fuckin' stick
And now you lookin' at the kid, like, how
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
Ever since then, ain't seen them guys
Remember how we felt when Meechco died
We, couldn't pick no sides
Remember they way I felt inside
I was in that
He said "Let me guess, John, Paul, George and Ringo, am I right?
Take a look around you, buddy, don't you know where you are?
You can't throw
bloody, lil buddy
I don't play with the gun smoke
For the East to the West Coast, nigga give up the ghost
No problem Barry you don't no cemetery, homes
guys, you thought I was mental (hi)
I explained how I felt 'cause I thought you were people I could vent to (fuck you)
But you just laughed, said I'm
don't fake mine, I do this the fair way
Snitches get stitches, blown away and left on display
Hung by the grapevine, I just kicked a chair away
Let me be
take my heat
Fireball flow can't bat in my league
I'm the best rapper that's been slept on
Stick around like gum that's been stepped on
Stepped on, I
hungry
You was quick to change up on me
You didn't stick around and stay
I was tryna make a way
I know it can go both ways when
You put your life at stake
by the honey
Real step, I'm not no march band
We'll fuck around and have it lick like London
Could let bitches off a party van
I might fuck around
other little runts
We call her a fall girl, she does so many stunts
And then she got liver, she did it with the guy that drives the bus
Now she's
When you pass me by
Will you stick around?
Stick around
Told you shoot for the stars
It don't matter where you land
Shoot higher
Got a little bit
to the wall, keep your hands where I can see'em (see'em)
You messed around and got caught up, best believe it (yep)
Back again, drive-bys, gunshot wounds
And if
was in the suburbs, upper-middle wealth around
So real shit you ain't never had to struggle for much
I wouldn't say it like that, we just had
on dat side
Dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side, dat side
I'm so anti, I'm so, I'm so anti
Seen my buddy passout, I'm careful who I stand by
All
your other buddies they could go away
Fuck up out my face
'Fore i catch a case
Fuck up out my face
'Fore you catch a fade
I'm tryna run this city
Up
the very end
ugh Cuz if you cant take the good with the bad then
you no love yet have to stick around and get your feet
wet true lov's about the biter with
[Dialogue in the style of a "Rocky" movie]
This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached
He'll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks
have its day plotting and scheming on a come up had to make me some shake
Im the one the family call when then getting low on pape real Family Guy like
we don't play round
Drills start by walking by the end yeah he gon lay down
Feel like yesterday I fell in love just with that K sound
Where the love
for war, send a nigga on a hit
I'm ready for war, so I keep me a stick (I keep me a)
Smoke me an ounce (yeah)
I smoke me a pound then I ride around town
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