Lyrics:
Fightin' a case for the blick, still ain't worried bout shit, back by demand
LAPD on my dick, thought I'd plea out and just sit, not in the plan
fighting
Love not to be
Wit me
Yet you ended
Up right by
My side
Facebook don't determine
My level of appreciation
Or the love I feel inside
See what we got
If you snappin' then i guess im Ray Lewis
Niggas cappin' everyday I can't do it
Got a mac and let it spray, you can't move
See me back in the day with
hop out
And drop me a nigga
Hot then I got the pistol
I tote the chopper in the winter
It's a draco in my hoodie
By now you should get the picture
If
SURE WISH I COULD TELL YOU WHERE WE'RE GOING FROM HERE
BUT YOUR GUESS IS AS GOOD AS MINE I'M AFRAID
LET'S JUST LEAN BACK TOGETHER AND HAVE US A BEER
Sittin' back and relaxin'
Feelin' bad Michael Jackson
Yeah, I'm good why you askin'
In my face why you actin'
Never runnin' with fake ones
Still
Unexpected, like you fell out of the sky
Undetected, a stranger passing me by
I never saw it comin,
Should I have started runnin
Fell in quick
you're not focused and I know
I know that my feelings will show
Wish it went back to the way it was
But I know it can't be
I'm running on empty, I'm runnin
ready to go wit' me
I just nod and they know to go get 'em
Might see me with some pretty hoes wit' me
But ain't no ho in me
I just lay back in that
it lookin' back
I gotta turn around I can't stop thinkin' exactly that
you-turn the past I leave behind
For the ill bumpin' two busted six by nines
"Skrrt", made the back of that bitch kiss
Send a BiC with a bad bitch, I'm rollin' weed, she suckin' dick
Bugatti with the 1K on just to let it gliss
Kill
I told migo just bring 'em
I'ma wrap and send 'em
And that don't belong to me
Mail it back to sender
Is it boy? Is it girl?
I don't know the gender
I
to read
Nothing in this town plays out the same
They tell me it was different back when we could all agree
Somewhere down the line we lost our way
We
[Chorus: Tec-9]
Little miss hot pants runnin the streets
Tryin to come up on a couple of G's
Infatuated by the Bling Bling
Such a shame to see
think they could rap.
Tell me who's the one putting Mexico up on the map.
Who's the one making moves without dick sucking
Who's the one all the haters
on production and I thank Lauren and
Clef for my introduction
To the same rap industry
That secretly humbled me
Sittin by the freakin' man
Keepin' 'em company
runnin’
We ain’t had shit, we had low income
But I miss the hood, I miss all my homies
All of my people dead
So I’m just sticking by my lonely
I thought you
twins in this shit
Like piano keys, two junkies, we'll be right back
(White-black)
And if you hit me, Stak gone feel it, dawg and Blac won't like that
to do stuff evil to get me back, nah
Chorus
Third Verse:
That's you with the harassment charge, nah?
When his lil' thang got on hard when he was
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-, fuck, I want all of 'em
Yeah, runnin' 'round the trap right now
With a hundred bands on me, I be lookin' like
They say the odds against me
Are crooked and impossible
Like I was born with a hole
In my heart as an obstacle
I was left to die by the
Doctors in
I'm runnin' in the parkin' lot, I'm four years old
I am lost, those were the days
The soft murmur of voices in the other room
Comforting you
I'm ready for death
Been runnin' for a while and they ain't caught me yet
Lawman killer, I'm an outlaw
Livin' testament that crim pays
No such
Down to the Banana Republic
Down to the tropical sun
Go the expatriated Americans
Hoping to find some fun.
Some of them go for the sailing
Called by
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