Lyrics:
bodies does the SKiT got? None
But who cares I can get pussy when I need
And use my grinded-up dick to fuck me
And they try to hate but they know that I'm
get a check?
What's the position you hold?
Can you really match the Neptunes
Check by check if "H to the Izzo" is the
Only single that went gold?
If
to you (By my side)
You know I'm talkin' 'bout, and I got my shit right here with me (By my side)
(There isn't everywhere you go that it's—) (By my side)
yo they sellin' like Eminem
On the block get jumped off like him and them
On the block is hot you can feel it in your skinenen
Shorties get the game
the Hand Gun, get it however you want
Park in the front, get out, walk and then dump
Pull off slow leaving no tire marks in the front, go
The go
my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer
Farewell Angelina
The bells of the crown
Are being stolen by bandits
I must follow the sound
The triangle tingles
And the trumpet play slow
feelings
Is something that you can't outrun
Whoa, whoa
You can't unlive where you're from
I know women who used to love by the hour
I've seen men fall
to get me a hole-in-one to remind me of life when I go off
Homocidal thoughts, bodies outlined in chalk by the time it's dark
Dahmer signing his name
Yeah, we back, baby
(Let's go)
I told y'all we was comin' back
(We done told 'em)
Detroit (Detroit)
What (what), bitch
It's Trick Trick
What
bitch
I can't motherfuckin' stop movin'
Go against me, you won't stop losin'
From the city where every month is May-
Day at home, spray your dome
your motherfucking kid
I hope God forgive me for the shit that I did nigga
skit
Verse 2 (C-Murder)
I got away and now I'm on the run
with my gun
relationship advice guy
Liked on the vices priceless smile
Look at the eyes got the look of a survivor
Husband, father
Dissed by Eminem but did it bother him
macks out
All my jail niggas maxxed out
B.I.G. niggas
Forever nigga
What yo yo yo
Nigga what uh my gun busts like phone
he's like my competition, I mean, right?
Nope, Paul Wall is dope and so is Bubba, so
B-b-b-but I don't compete with nobody
I just go hard, do
and denim
Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims
We livin' in, my man in the fast lane pivotin'
On the block, is sellin' like Eminem
and denim
Pimp minds collide with 'em, a system that tries victims
We livin' in, my man in the fast lane pivotin'
On the block, is sellin' like Eminem
overlooking El Paso
I can see Rosa's Cantina below
My love is strong and it pushes me onward
Down off the hill to Feleena I go
Off to my right, I see five
or walk around a fight
And if you ever saw Wes Hardin draw you know he can skin his gun
He won't say how many tried and died
Up against the top hand up
it!
Get back! Hands off!
Get back! Hands off! Go for it!
Get back! Hands off!
Get back! Hands off! Go for it!
Get back! Hands off!
Young guns
speakers
Ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go
Laa, da da da dup
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go
Laa, da da da dup da ah
Thought you love me before
I'm glad to kill it some more
speakers
Ladies and gentleman
I would like to introduce to you
An incredible gentleman
He goes by the name Elijah Blake
Let's go
Laa, da da da dup
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