Lyrics:
won't listen
Instead of shootin' tops they shoot glocks
They point em at cops and that's the way they get props
Yo, they do what they want to
Fuck
You're a trip and a half
I know those people say
They say you don't know how 2 love
But I want you anyway, baby, you're like a drug
I can't
religion
I put that on all of my niggas
As God as my witness
I fill up my sorrows in bottles and drink like I don't want to tomorrow
(Don't do that
background: "For the rest of my life"
[Intro]
Yo a man don't got nothing to die for ain't worth living youknowhatI'msayin?
Yo I do this shit for
your booty that smell lookin' boy,
Do you run with the ky jelly lookin' boy,
Getchya Ricky! Morris Chestnut shot in ya back lookin' boy,
Valtrex brand
to me,
Tell me you do!
Because, I must have you.
Beautiful, beautiful,
Listen to me!
The drugs are gone baby,
I can see clearly!
Lie to you, lie
good for me
We make up and we make love
It's the habit, I'm the addict
And you are my drug
And I keep running back to you
I don't know why I do
and the girlies goin' crazy
Vanilla's on the mike, man I'm not lazy.
I'm lettin' my drug kick in
It controls my mouth and I begin
To just let it flow, let
Because you can't
You can't do it
You know who I am
(Who are you? Tell em' your name)
My name is Heroin
I'm better than your medicine
I'll take your
want your soul forever, we want your soul forever
We want your soul forever, we want your soul forever
We get high, control your mind
We do
the youngsters that ain't yet to be born
What world do we had to leave behind
With these drugs, violence, society going blind
patut one day dia datang kat gua
Dia belanja ku makan
Nak bodek la kononnya
Lepas makan dia tanya "do you want something nice?"
Bila ku tanya apa dia
He
retards)
What do ya do when ya catch ya best friend and ya chick in the sack
And you need a way for gettin' em back?
You need to get street smarts for
head snap back
Helmets get crack in the back house
We smoke out 'till you black out
That's how we do it out here
Cats try but they don't come near
Stand
married to the game and we hates to quit
Man, for all you bitch ass niggas out there talkin loud
Friendly and sayin' shit
Y'all need to do us all a mutha
on some safe shit
In case shit go down funny and I don't make it
Paid a kid who looked like me to fly to Vegas
And do a show posing as me so cops can't
(Nickatina)
It started out with Captain Crunch Cereal, an old turn table and a radio.
In my young mind I was the mother fuckin' Imperial.
Local drug
shit'll blow holes in
Souls of my enemies, ain't no symphony
I paint a portrait, your picture ain't complete, you talk shit
I talk drugs, money and four
they stole, took it all
Gave us drugs after gold
Incarceration to a fold
To raise the murder toll
What else, to divide communities
Do away with
Intro cuts : "You know, in school.
Everyone tries their very best to learn good habits
So we're going to try to do the very same thing
As we
Rank Zito, Tamma, For Ralphus (For Ralphus)
Natacha Dinatelli, Shout out to Saddam
Do it, (laughing)
[Hook - Necro]
White slavery when bitches
now who want us?
Only a few 'mong us, but we roll like two hundreds,
true brothers. What you want to do fuckers?
You only mad cus I got your boo's
that'll make a motherfucker think, I for living
I am Mr. Shadow, Beyond Entertainment the unforgiven
All My dawgs swigging but all I do is rest
so when you
Shorty want to be a thug, only 14, sellin drugs
Wind up in the court pleadin to the judge
Or outside on the pavement, bleedin 'cause
He got hit by
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