Lyrics:
never gone work
Gotta let you go
For any problem you always tryna bounce
You only kept it real with me
Since day 1 as time went by you turned into
Niggas talk s**t got troops on pull up yeah
Cuz ion really take to s**t lightly
Never been offended by the words y’all put up yeah
Cuz I don’t really
what helps to get me by
'Cause I'm in Hell
This is my goodbye, farewell
This relationship is all that it's cracked up to be
Never lack lust in that
never run away from no s**t
The grass is greener on the other side cause it's fertilized by the bulls**t
Woah s**t, Woah s**t
There go Liphy talkin'
DO THE RIGHT THING
[Intro: St Spittin]
Let’s do something crazy
You only live once right?
Let’s just do it right know what I mean?
Live a little
of a filthy cell
Charged for murderin' fifty belles
Someone who never had ever killed
Bail is a hundred mill
System wants me behind bars
My plan's to spit
mind your business
I'm a connoisseur better check my monitor
Had it all from the dirt
I was groomed by the block
Could put your face on a shirt
I was
[Airline attendant]
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
This is the final boarding call for flight 1259
Departing from Los Angeles final destination to St. Louis
Thank you
Damn G the spot's gettin'
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
breeze im breathen
Bucket seats reclining in
Ridiculed but never touched by any man
1st Verse-
Black Leather lokes wrap my palms
Only remove em to give
Either you gon' hustle or you rob
Never had no hoop dreams, but I always wanted to ball
Ever since a jit I knew I was gon' be rich
Never thought it'd be
Ever could imagine
Way beyond the jordans the foreigns and the Fashion
Hood of hidden talent
Bunch of n****s who ain't have shit
I was fascinated by this
featuring Big Tymers, Hot Boys
{Juvenile}
How you love this playboy? This one here bezzled out.
With the Hot Boys and the Tear da
to do
Flicking my wrist
Look at my b***h
Look at my swag they wish they had it
Look at my songs they want my talent
I'm a nice guy don't wake up
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
You know the motherfucker did it
[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)
[Bizzy Bone]
We had
yeah)
Wait, juvenilé (juvenile, huh)
Face these situations coming at him
I gotta face these situations coming at me (hah)
(Awwhaawh)
Give it a taste bitch
Something about it, man
Same song and dance
In the pale moonlight (yo)
I'm looking at ya, yeah, girl, you're kinda tooken back by
The whole rapper
the back
We had four rules in life and I can promise you that
(One)
Never gonna stop tryin' to get it
(Two)
Never turn my back on my city
(Three)
Never let
and sing
The St james Blues"
And slipped a twenty dollar
Bill inside my lapel
So I can tip the ferryman
When I arrive in hell
I never caught his name
His
fade to the deep
All alone like these four walls came at me
Barricaded cause my mind state
I just wanted to die
Never happiness
Just sad time living
the fuckin' hit and I'm gone
I ain't never gots to worry about the aim
Infrared, to your head, will make sure, I hit him in the brain
Blow, one mo' time for
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
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