Lyrics:
okay
I wonder how she felt when she found out that he was gay
That's who you cheated on Will for, let me fuckin' stop
August gon' fuck around
can't breathe
By feelings of uncertainty
Things that constantly worry me
Will I ever be free
Will I ever be huh free
I'm pretty sure his marriage is in
I'll be fine (I lied)
"Chi you pose to tell niggas you poppin"
I am just by telling the truth in my rhymes
Thought I'd be popping when I moved to Cali
My
boy
On the outskirts, of what works
Live those who go for broke, and merk to get merked
Live by the sword and die by the semi
Not part of my ways, but
please take your aim at me
Cherish the thought
Of always having you here by my side
Cherish the joy
You keep bringing it into my life
Cherish your
on MD's, recoupin' ya liver
Shoutin' my name
Ya best to control the noise soldier boy
Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids
(Die slow)
Yeah,
to say
The homies talkin' about I feel they
Seem to be raisin' hell
My mom is bitchin' cause I'm in
And out of every jail
Feel like the way that's how
My
retort
To any accusations y'all bring forth, my last resort
Will be apostasy
Indignantly insisting what I did was never wrong to me
Let's think about this
faking statistics
These niggas be leaving they lipstick
On top of my dick tip
Pussy I whiff it from miles away
I will never work with niggas that do
beware; my friends will find your weak points (then what)
Get up in there.
Attack your mind, with a fine line when I find time
And I'll find out that you're
An its the place to be by my side dukes
You don't wanna be the target at a Target petro station
Noo Yeah by my sides the place to be yee yee
And you don't
on the eastside
All the way out to the west side
I be right there by your side
Your side your side
Your side
Yo I don't even think
You're always on my mind
I can
How can I be homophobic? I blew his fucking brains out
This Luger will send a Christian to Hell
Shorty looks so good I used her piss as Crab Boil
the clay on top of your pedestal
And you can be my Patrick Swayze
Though I know you don't get that reference yet
(But soon you will)
I was stuck in
don't know my name
Unless you're a celebrity it's okay
But it's vital you learn how to treat your boy right
Or guess what? My bitch ass will show up
boy
Or homicide will be all over you poys with Polaroids
(CONVO 2)
("Die Slow" through out the convo)
Yea, yo that nigga Journalist gets busy yo
got ill and went out in a body bag)
Fear will erupt through the heart of another
The Farmers Crew will never fall, that's word to the mother
Yo, yo
open my mouth shit that's the sound
They go "Brra-Tat-Tat" so you betta watch out
Ouch!
[Rick Ross]
Bitch I got money too
"Trilla" album comin' soon
you mad about?
I wake up every day, go to the mall and I'll be cashin' out
Can't take my drac' nowhere is it be actin' out
Smokin' all this wood by
Alamo with the A, Ron Stud!
And my man Ep Rock
X, kick the flavor for me on this one
'Cause we gettin' ready to be out of here in a, sec
Wild, New
2 Live
Corrupted politicians playing games
Bringing us down to boost their fame
They must be joking, thinking we will fall
But they're like flies
degrees
I'm on my sub zero shit I be letting it breeze
Just made my album in a week I did that shit with ease
No weapon you form against me will ever
each other
This has always been my escape
There will be nothin' else, music speaks like no other
Pumpin' music more than any other
(Whoa, Whoa)
(Whoa,
bands if you ask for a feat
But that's the only narrative the people will see
It's not imperative whose side they believe
Cause I count my own pockets,
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