Lyrics:
where
But who cares? yeah
My environment is surrounded
By kids
And drug heads
Yeah
Drug heads and kids
Drug heads and kids
Give me a spliff
Drug heads
to this (yeah)
Please don't wish me well if you used to give me hell
Niggas spend they last to fake it when it's free to be real, huh
Please don't come
The professor of rhymes,
Mr Dexter met Lecter and had one hell of a time
A devil disguised, lies!
You can tell that I'm high by my festival eyes.
Festival
keep
On visiting him
Plus his people keep telling him
Use your common sense
So he tell’em retaliation is commencing
That’s all they know as a Compton kid
easy
Listen, through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
And we turnin' bad boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggas in
cry
Underneath the stars with family by my side
Oh propane's for sissies tastes like chemicals it's true
Give me that charcoal flavor nothin' else will
when I was ashy nigga
Loafers and the chop, I keep it classy nigga
Build a empire, yeah that's what my state of mind
Motherfuck 'em all, yeah that's
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
the L.A.C
So later on we'll be rollin'
Drop tops, I'm hittin' yo' hot spots, I'm top notch
My niggas never listen but I told 'em
When I catch you
realer why the hell you asking?
My drip a boat, I guess I am the captain
Why you bo'? Why you always capping?
I'm all by myself
I smoke this weed all by
black my shit is real
Peace out bro
...
[Method Man]
Tical
Eyes as diamonds, time again
Motherfuckers wanna battle with the bat or pen
Give it to em raw,
[Intro:]
Uh
Got 'em swaggin' daddy
Haha
[Hook x2: Lil' Scrappy (Girl)]
(Hey nigga whatcha hood like?)
My money comes, money goes
But it's alright,
purchase is the only
Time i'm not feeling lost
Put like 3 on my wrist
Make it rain by the station
Keeping tabs on the kid
I keep changing location
Everything
surround
Tearin' through towns, turn 'em into burial grounds
This is the track that made Theodore wanna scratch
The track that caused the first kid
without a trace, no DNA, no, not a drop
'Cause me and Dre and 50, we will never get caught by the cops
CSI, they hate us, but they gotta give a lot
mine, gimme mine
Ban my rhymes, now it's back to bustin' nines
And bustas can't get none, hell no
A quick flurry and he's buried with a swelled jaw
I
on the threads on the back of my kids
May that damn eleven be attached to my ribs
And the bullets that I give be attached to his
I'm back mothafucka, I'm that
because I'm being you every week
(by the way it seem that everybody...)
I grit my teeth and bare it (you know this judge? he carries a grudge!)
Just
they know
I cannot give you my oath
Shawty Im good by my lonesome
Shawty I'm good all alone
Hell fire, hell fire, what you worried about?
Hell fire,
the bull's eye
The kid don't play
If there was a problem
Yo, I'll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Ice ice baby, Vanilla
Ice ice
Cause they`re idle my recital will break you down
Just a fight til the end cause I can take ten at a time
Give em all a fair shot to see if any can
[ VERSE 1 ]
Woke up the other mornin, I heard a rumor
They said the gang wars was over
I told em they was bullshittin, they said it's real as hell
easy
Listen, through the intermissions search your heart for a plan
And we turnin' bad boys to grown men, it's on again
I give a holla to my niggas in
this shit for me, I do this shit for my kids
I teach 'em how to go and get it when they ready to leave
I'm tired of livin' up in hell when I know
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