Lyrics:
mind for this
Early in the morning
And I'm cruising down to your address
Fucking up my intellect
But you know I'm into it
Nobody can stop me
Papi you
I'm the leader of the weak
Don't mix up my thoughts of pride
I discarded my silly pride
cause I'm me in the future
But I have what's needed pride
you fall
You pick yourself back up, you dust your jacket off
You grab your balls like they're gargantuan and
Ask yourself how f- bad you want it
makes a difference day by day so I gotta stay
Paid, no doubt, day in and day out
This life is like a vicious cycle called fightin' to live
No matter
Leave 'em if they actin' too fly for you
All up in yo mix then in somebody else Six
Quick to put your name in some murder one shit
I'm not the one
copy 'em
Skeesos in my posse always tell me that I'm rockin' 'em
Old school, new school, make no, never mind
Your foundation's just been undermine
the scientist
Twistin' up this potent for the stress, I'm deprivin' it
Reall' nothing serious, the theory is the sky's in it
Yeah
Yeah, I make a beat
enough
I make hits while y'all stay hating and take bricks
Had it locked 'til I came in the club, Take 6
Snatched your chick 'cause you swore she was
fell asleep in democracy
And woke up to fascist reality
Well, good mornin'!
Selfish little pig
Your abuse makes me sick
Cut off your greedy little
told (Told)
I'm supposed to be locked up and dead, cold (Cold)
In the mind of an old (He cold) white man, the black man soul
Felt like I was born
I mix the 4Hunnid with the designer, nigga
Stay laced up
On Bloods
Stay laced up
I just bought me a handgun and that shit came with the drum
what's up
"Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit
'Cause it was based on some crazy shit
So our final conclusion has been permitted
what's up
"Compton's in the House" was more than gold, it was a hit
'Cause it was based on some crazy shit
So our final conclusion has been permitted
Close your eyes dig deep into your mind
Imagine you's an old man at age 79
Sitting in a rocking chair, dog by your feet
Gray hair, poor hearing,
Where's the girth?
A meme that makes us laugh and cry
As reason seems to pass us by
They say the edge is guarded by ice
NASA's lies come at a price
Wallah Dan bring them hoes out
Poppin' nigga with the gold mouth
Fuck the trap, I got a whorehouse
Fuck the trap, I got a whorehouse
Guns up with them cars
was too complex when Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
enough
I make hits while y'all stay hating and take bricks
Had it locked 'til I came in the club, Take 6
Got your chick cause you swore she was innocent
was too complex when Nas rhymed
I was the only Compton nigga with a "New York State of Mind"
Inside the dope house bottlin' up sherm, bangin' The Firm
When I ride the beat
Ain't no way to hide from the dark side
Man of many men's till the very end
And blend in and change my iden
Just to mix up
it up and attack, and get a robot commando
If I do it up right and put the head on straight
I'll be saved by the creature that I create
I'll get
Mama, mama pray for your son
All of my life I've been told
That the LA streets was paved with gold
Fame and fortune waiting to reward ya
But it
a baller in a Volkswagen
You better hush homes and squash that braggin
(Yo what's up Mix, I got a Benzo too)
(Could I say something?)
There's something
the game
That you and your niggas play
Radical man, save a life
Come on, take a stand, give that money back
Let's make a plan, the brand new currency
Taking
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