Lyrics:
VVS' right under her left eye
She a ride or die, call her Left Eye
I hit it from the side, put her leg high
Only taking pictures from her best side
That's not a toy, hey, wait a minute
Don't fuck around, homie, you can lose an eye with it
That's my double blade razor whip chop jimmy
And it's mine,
sticky
Eye drops so no Blinky
You gone feel me by the minute
Steady steady
Feel me by the minute
Chilling on the ceiling
Everybody get it
My window is
it's complicated
But now you're under my spell, there's no leaving
You're my blood bag baby
Need you by my side
I want to drain you
But I gotta keep you
the secret assignment was
Sent to my door
The secret assignment was keeping my
Eyes on the prize
Realise I'm just not the norm
Keeping their eyes on the storm
and rare
Broken by sin
Tree of life
Bag of murder
Ugly like you
Sleep long destiny
Ugly like you
Forever dead
The one who hurt you
Understand
The eyes see
Ayo it's war on the street, blood on the cobblestone
I leave 'em buried alive, just like a fossil bone
Body bags line the streets, reporters
back
Give me my money back
Give me my money back
Got a screwdriver in my bag
Give me my money back
Under the giant
Mind is on panic
c ball of fire
Why
nothing left under my chest
The streets empty 'round 5 o'clock
Driving by the cops
Low key microscopic 'till the eyes that watch
Everything a hustle when
Pieces takes their part in the food chain
And their name is commonplace in the latest
Interview with a lady named Witherspoon
Don't eat a whole bag, kid
Then its called a leak
I jail your a number ruled by governor
Screws keep you under, want to see you blunder
When they say "Sit" just take a seat
under pressure got
Em sayin "FUCK LESTER"
But that's aight Duke-o
My heart nowadays too cold
Don't give a fuck where you
Been what you done
Where you go,
ain't nothing left
When I open my eyes but ain't nothing right
I don't play by the rules
I'm a sideline recluse
I'll watch you buy the booth
Ima go
I got Jimmy Hendrix songs on my Nike dunks
Smoking on Scotty too hotty skunk
What the fuck, damn
I can't help myself I'm trying to see what's in that
Holds on to his hand
He whispers slowly "tonight's the night"
Months of planning so it's gotta be right
Under the table her bag is busting
TROUBLES! PEOPLE have been around!
I may lose my LICENSE!" The Priest just sat there, eyes, old and heavy with
years of junk, on the doctor's face.
"I can't
We goin' platinum, nigga
We goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this
a day goes by shawty
Without you on my mind shawty
But I'm not carrying underwear
I wanna see whats under there
When you see the picture cut off
Yeah, girl, you so sexy do
As she just lay at your feet
I wanna see what's under there
There now put it in the air
Yeah, load it on my macbook air
Haha, bitch, I want you act like you gon' do somethin'
I see murder in my eyes
Pussy nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin'
Inside, got these niggas waitin'
Choo
To JimmyTheHood
Pure codein
Off da lean
Bitch I swea ion feel my face
We gettin dis money
You ain you a dummy
I got a whole crib locked away ina
body bag ready to blast off.
I'm in a milk crate by your bed,
With my head untucked to see your pretty feets.
Blast off baby. Baby blast off.
Come
bag ready to blast off
I'm in a milk crate by your bed
With my head untucked
To see your pretty feets
Blast off, baby, baby, blast off
Come on,
A love of drug magic
Fire in the max cap beater need a beer from
His fierce drug habit's and
Heaters under the mattress
Love 'em all to death but I'm
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