Lyrics:
tall money
I got big bags, I got all money (yeah)
I got long money, I got tall money (yeah, yeah)
Ridin' in my Urus, I got guns on me
I'm not your
of here.
Yo Dre give me a funky ass bass line.
(Intro Chorus)
What fuck is up? In the place to be.
Coming on the mic is Eazy Motherfucking-E.
Dre is
to me, I'll talk back)
First of all I'ma start by just sayin we can't be fucked with
And you know it!!! (Ooooh)
Got all the whole hood in this motherfucker
shit cost a arm and leg, cars and bread
Takin' big steps, bitch, I'm nine ahead
We been havin' sex, but not in the bed
Told me that it's red, so I got
sumn
Gotta put in 100 if you wanna win sumn
Watches, designer, foreigns I spin um
Put two cups together n pour a four in um
Humble ass nigga still rock
time that you see me
Stay by myself, I get hungry and greedy
I got a vision, I'm back at the Telly
Racks in my pockets, some more in the belly
I been
get Ghost and scram
Gingerbread niggaz on the run from feds
Shit is sick, pretty chicks'll put a gun to ya head
Never a vic', either think quick
airplanes or airports cause I don't give a flying fuck
I drop it like an incinerator was the topic
Cause I'll be damned if you ain't
I'll empty in your
Look at all the strife in this story called life
Heroes losing ground and villains with their scythe
Tearing down, look around, how could this be for
fuck 'em all what I scream
As I dream in tongues fuck a trick
Get me rich and the bitches'll come
Bust my gun, make 'em all scatter
Bullets to my nuts
just P-IE
Nah nigga can't sleep on me
Sleep with a knife by your bed
So convinced she got a gun to her head
Only relief is when she's taking the meds
next unsolved murder case,
No damned description nigga 'cause only you saw my face
But it's far too late for snitch and flatline time,
Got caught in my
that gun up
And get hung up like a Warhol
Knock the bars off and the doors off
Told my little brothers, you come through
Told my big brother, you seen
pray they take me down
I gave him assignments and he promised to make me proud
Only way you get home safe is if we ain't in town
And if I am, he
my teeth and count this bread but my phone died
Put in the plug, call the plug and let smoke fly
Imma touch a million in no time
100 Miles from success
cinematic
Noise in the attic, bang out with the automatics
It's hood politics that bring the hunger back
I'm straight chopping wood, call me the lumberjack
Take it Mahmoud
Body Fuzion lady
(It ain't over)
We put our junk in so many places
(Like where)
Each other's mothers and these floral vases
(For
the unholy ground, smash the leaden stele of this mausoleum of doom.
The Devil led me to this place, ancient and possessed,
In the bowels of the necropolis.
to me die last week for the first time
Really not the type of stuff that I would usually put in a verse, I'm
Tryna use my music as an outlet more
Plus I'm
stashbox
Put me in your Nikes, Timbs or Reeboks
If you cop three and a half, you hustling backwards
Cop a hundred grams, you moving forwards
You trying
the game
Lock me up, put me in a straightjacket
Tie me down, you gotta keep me from my habits
Strap me tight gotta keep me from myself
Bind my wrists, won't
want to give me bloody body
By pumping a couple of slugs inside me
But I'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and I'm
Stacking them thangs so you gets
You hide behind a badge with your hands around a gun
You would kill yourself in solitary
Mother Justice, you can't hear me scream
because your scales
out the work in
you can't live a life like this
She said go get me a birkin you gone have to show some tits
Then she tryna pop a perky I said I don't
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