Lyrics:
Don't stand up
Don't speak up
Don't tell me it's fucked up now, tell me it'll never end
Don't stand up
Don't shoot up
Don't tell me it's over now,
skating on ice
Tell you one time come back and shoot you twice
Nigga name your price, I freak your wife
I walk away pimp strutting with the shit in you love
Diamond D, tell ya what I'm gonna do
I dip and I dab like a Mike Tyson jab
Even though there's flab I possess the gift of gab
I shoot it like a jammy-in
.45Mag
Ready to shoot me a filthy rat, strap on my waist line
Fool you want to test mine come meet a motherfucker
Feell the heat and see that I never waste
That it keeps 'em in the pourin' rain
Who's to blame
For tootin' caine in your own vein
What a shame
You shoot and aim for someone else's brain
You
CHORUS (2X) ]
What better way for you to get mo' fame, see mo' pay
First round draft NBA (But can he play?)
Shoot jays and fadeaways all day
Jokin with
just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One
Crazy getting silly with a fat old man and his alligator hands so cold
Rubbin me down with a toothless frown
Says he'd give 20 dollars to shoot his
run their legs across the strands,
Making tiny melodies on silken violins
I sit back and twiddle my thumbs and lightning bolts shoot from my hands
In my
such an endurin' pain
That it keeps 'em in the pourin' rain
Who's to blame
For tootin' caine in your own vein
What a shame
You shoot and aim for
your king
I - I rule your
Mind - you belong to me
Rape that bitch, make her bleed
Kill her child, suffocate him
Shoot that fucker, rip his flesh
Tear his
Just cause this is the end
Don't mean it gotta be over
Shoot we friends now, partna
Ooh based on a true story
You can say you really know me
such an endurin' pain
That it keeps 'em in the pourin' rain
Who's to blame
For tootin' caine in your own vein
What a shame
You shoot and aim for
through they hate it
Spittin' the truth from the bottom to the Decatur
Shoot 'em up when they tellin' ya, hua
Another life gone 'cause you messin' with her
a tune up then move up then you shoot up with a hyeena laugh style awake like a white owl rasin more eyebrows just with he profile smash pumpkin get away
remember,
Remember, remember, remember, remember.
Baby, hold me tight
Cause you can make it right.
You can shoot me straight to the top
Give me love and take
just do what he please
He wear no shoeshine
He got toe jam football
He got monkey finger
He shoot Coca Cola
He say I know you, you know me
One
[Chorus 2X: (sample) J-Boo]
(Some people shoot for the moon) To the top, to the top, to the top y'all
(Chasing the rainbow so high) We won't stop
through on tour?
Did Smokey Robinson, have to shoot his way out a war?
What has Al Green seen, that made him religious?
Was it the drugs, put an end
coward
He's smart with heart the size of de Iffle Tower
He'll hit you like poison
He'll split you like swords men
And shoot back that venom that you
backs and buckle knees
Fuck the bullshit, I get down wit the two clips
And do shit, I shoot more shit then the troops hit
But tonight's tonight,
the next to shoot
Blow out your dome get gone
Looking at me sideways
They might find you in your driveway
Or some remote highway
I do it my way
Never convert
of life?
Yo, but do you know?
Inhale and exhale the breath of mist
Each and every day a new way to exist
Don't want to use a gun, shoot drugs and dope
get a playa bring a mill, and my woman I'll watch
And oh, tell your baby daddy, he ain't got nothing on me
Going rounds and he gon shoot me, tell him up
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