Lyrics:
Some live for the bill, some kill for the bill ('Clef) (yeah)
Yeah, she whined for the bill, grind for the bill (whoa)
(Weezy, and she used to be
Survival of the fittest, fuck it life or death
With ill maneuvers, rapper slash producer
Putting it down with e-dub, in the sewer
[Books]
Some
taking the dub, Scientist
Hard at work, but you’re not gon see me smile less
I'm either off my meds or i'm turnin' heads, watch face
Makin' hits, but not
Eazy-Duz-It
So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it
Step up, run up, get up, what's up sucker
You want some of this?
Then you're a stupid mothafucka!
at the rest of 'em
What can I say? Cal-i-forn-I-A
Where niggas die every day over some shit they say
Disconnected from the streets forever
As long as I got
you 20 out of 40 sitting on some chrome v
[Tray-D]
From the entrance it's pimp shit in full effect
spittin' rhymes getting high off of blunts and X
There's sixteen ounces to every pound
Some shit is 'bout to go down
Got sixty-four of 'em
That's four of 'em, smoke somethin'
Burn it down, this shit
orangutans
You can't stop a train
Who want some? Don't come unprepared
I'll be there, but when I leave there
Better be a household name
Weather man
could ride by the gates
Would you try to run inside when it opens would you try to die today?
Would you pray louder finally believing His power?
Even
[talking]
Even though we all thugs
Don't judge us by our action, but judge us by our heart
The wicked, spies upon the righteous
God blesses the man,
that weed can kill your seed
So I'll put some in my pants
But some scientists who work in reproductive health
Have warned industrial chemicals are
Oh happy day, that unmistakable brown plumage
As accented by a snow white head and tail
I've seen the holy spirit
When I was young their
on the mothafuckin' line, boy you cray
I was trapping since a young nigga by the way
Way back then I was a different dude (dude)
Standing at the corner like I ain't
Spark up some dubs, let them hun'ed hoes blow
I run game to get the hoe once they act like I can't run it no mo'
I stunt them hoes broke and her money
And show 'em how Eazy-Duz-It
So if you punks wanna make somethin' of it
Step up, run up, get up, what's up sucker
You want some of this?
Then you're
Oooooooooooooooh
I like them girls with the tight black skin, dark and fine
that's the kind of girl I want to play with tonight
I want to do some nasty thangs,
It's either you play ball or you drug dealy dealy
Standin' on the block when the spot get hot
Guaranteed to get set up, by a crooked cop
So I'm
And pulled out a wad of dubs
After you got buzzed, she walk by
You saw how big her ass was
Got her on the dancefloor
And she started dancin' like a ho
kept you
Thinking of this you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio hand on the dial soon
As you
We spent all afternoon down at the driving range
Whaling golf balls at the train cars passing by
Drunk on Black Velvet in pink lemonade
Burning
And whoever's been the boss she's down with 'em
She's always on time 'cause the girl got rhythm
To avoid a complication I'll give some information
About
say
Trying to lose some weight
Some dreams may not come true
And that is true
Cause by the lights turned off
I said to myself that i did fine
Once i
myself carin' way too much, ain't got no shrubs no more
But got way bigger shows
I ain't chargin' dubs no more
I charge a half a million dollars just
caught me by surprise, but I'm prepared
Who do you blame?
Is it scientists?
Or the capitalists?
Nothing's ever certain in this business
Ooo, never knew how
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