Lyrics:
to be cheesy
But you make life easy
When mom and dad leave
It's just you and me
As we get older
I'll be by your shoulder
Maybe I'm naive
I'll wait and see
making music for him
Give me back my album you son of a bitch
I wanna sing
Sing my hearth
All eyes on me
None left for you
I wanna sing
Sing my hearth
All
And you ain't got nothing to say (what!)
Well it's album number two right (yeah)
So you gotta let 'em know (that's right)
So do your thing (yeah)
Take
the facts, no cap
Bout to put G Town on the map
When I seen you, had you runnin lap
Brett leechin, I swear I know just where you at
No kizzy
Me and Rizzy
Both
Come stomp in your sandbox, swollen hands cocked back
No knives, no drama, no guns
No disrespectin' your seed or Ma Dukes
I puke rhyme and you laugh,
on Sacs
And bliss on stacks
And ripped on back
You strip off dress
I kiss on necks, yeah
Underwater vibes played slow by Mario
Running through paper like
Chorus:
Runaway, run for your life he's returned...
[Carlos Coy]
I ain't worked in 2 years, guess who's back
Still, my whole albums sell like crack
drop a new album by the end of the week
I ain’t slept for three days and i’m startin to tweak
Verse:
Like yeah
Upgrade from a dorm room to a condo
'em out the box
I got a rhyme to wake, you're sloppin' up and down the blocks
There never was a time when I was down to meetin' by myself
When all
store
He heard all them claps with a round of applause
Spit at your back and you lie on the floor
Rat-a-tat-tat and you go see the lord
Bitch like
I can't hear y'all turn it up
Motherfucker didn't know I was gonna go crazy over here
I'm back, hotter than a nigga in hell
I'm back, know you sick
the room
Make it storm like monsoon
Album coming soon
Coming soon
Album coming soon
It's LightPo
Pop back wit' it
Bitch you know that I'm wit' it
Real shit,
Hey 'Pac, it's yo' boy
Hey man so far I've been listenin' to your album
And I ain't heard nothin' you could kick back and smoke a beadie to
You
I hope you feel this shit
Top ten flow and it's still this shit
Went away, had to get away
Been away, came back and a motherfucker still the shit
peel it back layer-by-layer
Yeah, DAYTONA
Album of the motherfuckin' year
And you talkin' 'bout you upset
Hahahahaha
Well I wanna see what it's like
call 'em rags, you call 'em drops
Whatever you call it just drop the top
Nine albums out, ain't changed my talk
A thousands hoes walked on I'm still
consult your album
And show you how to stay off my dick
That's the thing I hate the most
Can't even call you a man
When you gotta call out my name
To get
leagues receive third degrees
Attack like a wolf pack, once I pull back
Then guard you, and bust through like a fullback
Yo, you fourteen carat gold
Look who's on the porch
A smiling face, but knives in their heart
I've heard your prayer before
And, by god, may you prosper
May hell-on-earth give
you've hurt me
You've broken my heart, and now you leave me
Audience: Love of my life can't you see
Audience: Bring it back, bring it back
Audience: Don't
I dropped banger albums back to back
Whatever it takes to put the city on the map
The lost souls just keep fallin through the cracks
Ridin in our old
it's Jonny hanging by his neck all those metal
Albums have led him to his death
Now it's time for parents to open ears and listen maybe it's too late
Shit, tired of gettin shot at
Tired of gettin chased by the police and arrested
Niggaz need a spot where WE can kick it
A spot where WE belong,
friend, know you notice him
I do not mean to be rude, I feel I don't amount to you, yeah
So don't try again, no
I was laid in my bed, guards come
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