Lyrics:
1 3 see, I got love for the place that raise me even though times get a lil' crazy, so I got to give love back either gang bang,slang or pull
the fuck, this game wanna screw me///
At my label meeting's, say-my-greeting, then show'em I came with at toolie(gun noise)
Cockin a nine// while u dropping
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
ass nigga
*repeat*
Verse One: Billy Danze
Niggaz waitin for my shit to drop
Because I show love to the true thugs on the back lot
Post up
For the love of the money and game
Shakin you niggaz is funny
It's just somethin about, the way the game get spit
Cali niggaz find a ??? in, for
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
shoot him
Like I'm fresh in the game
Just reppin' my name
Young and in love wit the tec when it flame
You know my name
Shit I was on the block
Wit
I go hand and hand with bears, in the land of squares
Victim of the projects, I missionary my sex
She want it from the back, but I need love I need
What make me the Queen
Is that I’m gonna be a real b**** by any means
And keep my lace front cute and talk my s***
I’m slaying things (talk yo s***
fucker, ain't it?
Ninelives.
[Chorus]
Love me or hate me but I ain't stoppin' 'till I'm on top.
I'm screamin' 'fuck the world' like Tupac.
Say my
the shit
Misery love company man but you know what?
I'm gettin the fuck up on out of here, ba-by, bet that
I ain't gonna deal with that bullshit no
And he sho' puts me through it
But he can't stand to see
Anybody else do it…
First time out
From a brand new location
And the punks came by on they bikes
by the stream of Ritalin
Booze I choose to mix it in
This was a life I was living in
It's all right for most
But I was a host to giving in
The simple
(Jealous) I feel you ghetto blast
(1993 shots) That’s right
(First love to the mack, Let’s go get ‘em)
Hey livin’ these days ain’t no joke
Fiends they smoke
vibratin' cause my bullet keep comin' out
Puttin' in work a nigga said by jar
While I'm trippin' and sendin' Slobs to the morgue (ahaha)
Elm Street
Just got
Alright dig this man, I'm sick of all these punk motherfuckers in this rap game
You know what I'm sayin? "What's happenin' fool?"
I'm sayin' these fools
nothing new
Still gotta get some money, woah
Ashton Kutcher, punk 'em
Fucked her good now she can't function
Foreign fell in love
And now she wanna move
comin' soon
They say that it's all love
But I'm not really in a lovin' mood
You don't fuck with me, I don't fuck with you
And homie if I do, you one
sense of confidence and from school talent shows, the flows seem promising, shell toes match the shell suits by Adidas, dealers doing dirty work, usually
love my build cuz I'm big as Texas
Think I'm gonna call, but it's undelivered when she texting
Getting mad when I'm flexing
I ain't ever stressing
Put it
start the Odissea
Import bitch from Romania like Dragostea
All'isola di Eea I do canoa with
My groupie say yeah plus Cole I love you (Mh)
Anti-social Cole
do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
I'ma say that we can do it
Don't hate on me 'cause your bitch choosin'
It's all by choice, not
able to fade it
So what fuckin rock did you crawl from under
Puto you ain't shit, I'll rain on you like thunder
Punk bitches all surrender
Your hoes love
bitch reading my tattoo
She wanna slurp it
What are you fucking stupid?
I'm drunk and puking
At lunch with Cupid telling him I
Hate everyone punk love
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