Lyrics:
want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
me
To the end of the week, I live by the beat, like you live check-to-check
If you don't move your feet then I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
the drain
I get worried every time it rains
But I'm trying hard to go down easy
And it's a crying shame to live this way
Oh but baby comes and then it
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
told me every day
That you made you never ever kept
By me I really want to believe
But not today, not today, not today, not today
You're the worst
now
I'd rather live by a dream than live by a lie
And that's why
There ain't no cure for what i've got baby
We just have to suffer
I feel no pain,
by the neck
Any way I touch you, walk with me..
Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR
This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!)
This ain't the way it's
Hey (let me pour a round)
Everybody knows
Everybody
Let me start this by sayin' that you're the one I want
A mistake ain't a mistake if you do
You taught me how to live
In the streets of shame
Where you've lost your dreams in the rain
There's no signs of hope
The stems and seeds
shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
at my crib
Only thing is, we both know where this kid lives
And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship
"Shit, oh, Dre, wait a minute, that's it
can't ride, baby)
So I kicked that bitch to the curb
You best to believe (uh)
You ain't got no trick up your sleeve
That can get what you need
Flacko, Jodye, Flacko Jodye
I ain't never lookin' for no handouts
Broke ass niggas never helpin' but they hands out
Find out where the fuck nigga live
savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police payin' me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold
Live by the gun then you die by the gun
Ain't gotta cap 'bout the shit that I done
My nigga got bond and he went on the run
Got my roof in the trunk
gangster rap, don't like the prankster crap
So I get past all that by kicking straight up facts
There ain't no reason to shoot unless you got beef
If you
rappers ball, but they don't live phat
Nigga, I doubt if you go gold or platinum
What we do has only been mastered by a few
I take a half a million tapes
homies that was buried
See my enemies wanna see me dead, I ain't worried, forgive me
Please give me shelter, calm my fears
Lifted my head, from my
Breeze through in the Q, .45 by my side, lyrical high
And those that rushes my clutches get put on crutches
Get smoked like Dutches from the master
Hate
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 2-(master p)
Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel
'em that game properly
Pass go twice, skip jail, build a monopoly
Don't let 'em trick you outta your spot
Nigga you gotta be retard or you could
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 2-(master p)
Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel
told me every day
That you made you never ever kept
By me I really want to believe
But not today, not today, not today, not today
You're the worst
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