Lyrics:
Dre had the back and Eazy had the front
(I'm behind Ice Cube cause that's where the line started)
Bitch gettin' dogged by the doc and N.W.A.
Dogged
For'real, like for'real, for'real
That's why, y'know what, they ain't no fly by night shit
I don't want niggas to feel like- y'know what I'm saying?
I
from jump
Doc tape been on debate for months
I got zits on your face that can't wait to bump
Boogie Down to the point I barricade the Bronx
Papi
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these - with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
Y'all know me, still the same O.G.
But I been low-key
Hated on by most these niggas with no cheese
No deals and no G's
No wheels and no keys
No
the fuck up
(And leave the one you wit) Then take her from Usher
That's right, six-double-oh with chrome pipes
U.S. Marshal's, out to pen us up like
life be, and it ain't right, see
I'm prayin' that you hear me, and I gotta kill my desires
If not, they gonna kill me
I came in here naked, Lord, they
being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that
snowflake generational bitches
Misses I'm always fuckin' right when you know that you isn't
Like have a fuckin' sense of humor or you'll have an incision into
Make a quick run to the liquor store
I just need a Backwood
That’s just how my mood is
Usually I spliff up
I don’t have a problem or a care right now
The money coming in is cool
Throwing hundreds in the air
Draggin' on 'em in the booth
Yeah nigga I flex, yeah nigga I flex
Sipping Fanta Mac' by
Deep pistol
Whip hoes
I bitch O's
Money, Roll, I stick a zip code
Tiptoed, before Doc escape row
Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose
My Benz too, with
Deep pistol
Whip hoes
I bitch O's
Money, Roll, I stick a zip code
Tiptoed, before Doc escape row
Thirsty, snippin' out a pig nose
My Benz too, with
being crowded by these grown thoughts
Reality is catching up with me
Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody
With these responsibilities that
bag right in front of the police
Police come down there dealin with another nigga
Got him on the car I sell anything Right back back right behind his
I might f*** Celina Powell
To put us on the map
Well matter fact they do say that
Opposites do attract
All love that boy Lust
He just sent me a batch
(Shit, the power's out) the tape is off!
Yo, you targeted from arsonists
Papermate pens filled wit arsenic
I got hoes that don't know what Prada is
Doc
Staking I'm gone be rich like I'm bill gates
I get the sloppy
I don't go on dates
Powell fucking shit up
On da rates
That's world that I live
Come get a lil
[Intro]
Please let me know, tell me why you dissed us, never even missed us
[Verse 1]
Ah-yo, my mama she the only one raised me right
Taught me
the hardest smack
But see thats how i arm the track, hold up
No drug abuse
Just too young to know what to do
My mom shot dead in cold blood by her so called
check check my residence
Whether I'm Crip or Blood, homey that's irrelevant
I with the D.O.C., there's nobody better than
The West coast felon when he
tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
'Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact, homie, you go against me
tear ya back up
God's on ya side? Shit, I'm aight with that
'Cause we gon' reload them clips and come right back
It's a fact, homie, you go against me
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