Lyrics:
on a tree,
Gamblin' my drug money, hell yeah tee-da-lee
Cause I'm the nigga says crime do pay,
My people say they love me, they just say they hate my bad
out of ammo
We some wild animals, fuck what the time is
Walk that line, you'll be up all night bitch
Hell nah we ain't high yet
Know I got that loud
down before
But I'll never leave his side
Honestly, I don't know why
He'll be back by the end of the night
He didn't think I notice
Bad for me, I
of Andre3000 alright?
And we come from a little place called like Stankonia, Georgia right?
You know right now everybody wants to be from space
And folks
they head like dead venison
Used to be the bad lieutenant with M-ilitants
Spillin' over fabulous jams my man Dilla sent
Rap speak for me, I am
don't give a fuck
I'm hopeless
I live the thug Life, losin' my focus baby (all you niggas die)
I'm troublesome
Bad Boy killa
There is no one realer
it would've did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played I was
girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhymes and get the hell away
I was in a bar one
[Pac]
Live in this motherfucker Thug Pound bitch
Kurupt Daz Makaveli Idi Kastro Hussein
You know bitch the whole muthafuckin' clique.
We
Super fly like so, niggas lying like "So?"
Still spit it how I live it on the Hill, here I go, go
Hey all I do is go and go by this and that
a Bad-N-Fluenz, so keep your fucking kids away from me
Cause the motherfucking turf is the place to be
Where hella niggas get shot at
So you'd better pop back,
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
and then Tommy and at last was Dan
By then dad's hair was turning white and I had to be my mama's little man
But it seemed that as daddy's back grew weak
My
Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was
hell, I ain't the devil
Ditch me when you wanna but if you need a little
I can fix your problems, I always got your back
I can make you famous, by
let's play wit real pieces (hell yeah)
Shots rang and niggaz brains were spilt
Another Bad Boy affiliated (Bad Boy killer) nigga was kilt
I hit
the Outlawz
Bad Azz representin' the L.B.C. Crew
What you wanna do?
You know how we do it
Time goes by
? puffin on lye
Hopin that it get me high
Got
to me
Looking fine through my whiskey eyes
A little lit, that's no surprise
Get there by the end of the night
I'll be here till closing time
Hell yeah,
Somewhere on the waterfront
Johnny's hiding with a gun
Swears he'll kill any man that tells his story
He's ain't sorry for what he's done
He broke
The game never stop, so who's next to play?
Against all odds, you can place your bets
Yeah, I'm just gettin' started, so I ain't done yet (nah)
Risk it
Junior High, we was just gettin by
And drivebys robbed my homies of their young lives
I never did cry, and even though I had
pain in my heart, I was
Cause bullets is hovering
Drug them in after the slug went in
I take a phrase in God we trust it's a must
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
I'm tryin' to do right
But I'm surrounded by wrong
Avoid the all night flight
And still make it on my own
I'm tryin' be cool do what I gotta do
But
the game
Ain't nothin' change but my finances
I still be stressed
All these motherfucking worries got a nigga depressed
I'm just tired
Every night, I
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