Lyrics:
right earth is like the
Tree of life tempted by
The forbidden fruit in my face
I wanna take a bite of it
It looks sweet, making my mouth water
Then I
smooth
Ain't no tellin' when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep y'all dancin'
With a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is
meant for me
Seems somehow we never can agree
Life is full of misery
Dreams are like a memory
Bringing back your love that used to be
Tears so many I
come November
And a bitter heart will not reveal
A spring that love remembers
When that sweet brown girl of mine
Her black eyes are ravens
We
me last time that love bought you clothes?
It's like that, and that's the way it is
Bills fly higher every day
We receive much lower pay
I'd
Float, float, float on (Float with Paul, y'all)
Float on, float on
Cancer and my name is Larry, huh
And I like a woman that loves everything
Gotta go bye bye
All a thug could do is cry, cry
Why they kill my dog?
And man, I miss my Uncle Charles, y'all
And he shouldn't be gone, in front
do
Love you for your hair of brown
And the way you walk
When you go downtown
I love you
Truly do
Hey, lady, it's been a long, long time
Have that
Two little children, a boy and a girl
Sat by an old church door
The little girl's feet
Were as brown as the curl
That fell on the dress that she
Nah, we ain't done
I love bein' hated, it's great, it let's me know that I made it
I wouldn't have it no other way, I wouldn't trade it for
knew I was produced by Dre
That's all it took and they were instantly hooked right in
And they connected with me too because I looked like them
That's
jumps out and gives his hand to her
Why sit you there like a monument that has no power to stir
He called her once he called her twice but she uttered not
much time
Trying to get it right
Don't ask the reason why
It's a part of life
[Chorus]
Our love can be difficult at times
But it was by
Playin' the villain, prepare for this rap killin'
Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out
Like Arnold on that, "What you talkin' bout,
But if the story's over, why am I still writing pages?
'Cause saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts
Flashbacks waking me up
I get drunk, but
I be forever thuggin' baby!
The same nigga that's why the streets still love me baby!
Bitch I'm from Dade County.
See I'm a 7-Trey Chevrolet
Then pretend that he is Parson Brown
He'll say, "Are you married?"
We'll say, "No man" but you can do the job
When you're in town
Later on, we'll
mean by love)
I never kissed anyone with blue eyes before you
I'm hearing silver bells when your lips do what they do
And in these brown eyes seeing
I be forever thuggin' baby!
The same nigga that's why the streets still love me baby!
Bitch I'm from Dade County.
See I'm a 7-Trey Chevrolet
bliss
Ignorance is love, and I need that shit
If I never did shows, then I'd probably be a myth
If I cared about the blogs, then I'd probably be
Bigga baby, ball like a dawg
It's enough of me to go 'round for both of y'all
Me and my clique, we the t-shirt gang
50 niggas deep, going "bang bang
man, and I just wanna leave with (told y'all it was gon' go like this)
If you ain't got it by now then you just ain't getting it, yeah (ha, yeah)
Let's
tellin when I'm down for a jack move
Here's a murder rap to keep yo dancin
With a crime record like Charles Manson
AK-47 is the tool
Don't make me act
Niggas is goin' through real shit man they outta work
That's why another goddamn dance track gotta hurt
That's why I rather spit somethin' that gotta
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