Lyrics:
Stop that, bring it back
This shit is hot!!!
OMG like Riley, what the fuck???
OMG like Riley, what the fuck???
I'm in the cut
With my white boy in
cry
Is it something I said
Or is it just a lie?
Ah, is it just a lie?
I try so hard to love you
Some things take time and shame
I think
Level Event 2", easy
Whose world is this? It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this? It's mine, it's mine, it's mine
Whose world is this?
boots been under?
And whose heart did you steal I wonder?
This time did it feel like thunder, baby?
Whose bed have your boots been under?
Don't look
mentality?
Live your own life, don't be the judge of me
Think twice, before you tell me how to be
Whose right, whose wrong doesn't matter to me
It's my life,
and kidnap, we wanted by the big boys
Man I was born in this world of sin
I played the cards I was given, ain't got a quarter so I'm stuck in it
Ghetto livin'
some Melvin and Bluenotes is all she know
Murder, murder, murder
My murder is all she wrote
Perverted, she prefer to be hurted, claw her throat
All
even care anymore?
It makes you wonder who's doin' right by someone tonight
And whose car is parked next door?
A heart is on the line each and every
This is Maxwell Melvins, aka 66064
VP of the Lifers Group, help keeping our membership low
Now we're gonna give you the real deal
I wake up
celibate
Sell white to the black like it's Eminem
The realest gon' stay by my side and that's Benjamin
Too real for the game, not your average pedestrian
ain't compatible, they be fallible
If you wanna challenge me with a battle we better saddle up
I work for battlers,seal it by pittlin pattilin
Tittling
ache
But my son is so much more than a son he's my best mate
I live in a world where ya friends hate
But I keep it moving and I left them in the past
chest
10,000 shots not hours
Don't wait for death give thanks and flowers
Can't say whose next its stamped as ours
Cashed in the checks now the bank is
like a vet
Know it's Really Riley when I pull up in that 'benz
Hustled all around I ain't even tired yet
I'ma cop a 'cat while my brother cop a 'vette
like Two-Three too (when I, when I, when I)
Something I don't wish, taking over me (what it is, six?)
Meechy and Leeke (goddamn)
Quan Quan
I can smell the coffee brewing
She always wakes up first
The blinds reveal slivers of sun
Whose bright yellow rays I curse
But the sound of her
family, gon' make sure they eating
I'm by myself so I don't need a team man
Never fail math I just count up the green man
Yeah I do bad kid shit like Riley
was talking, we bloodied his white tee
I'm smoking these o's, like my name was o'riley
You knocking me off man that shit is unlikely
I'm watching my
when my time's up, you'll still cry, yeah
And when I get to where I'm going, know I'll never be a no one
I'ma go out as a legend, start a fire when it's
So many days gone by that live in infamy
So many tears been shed from all the tragedy
And all that I see when I look at that picture from March
Is
stingers
Address you crossly, corporal clinger
Attention all freaks with newer footing
My radio is not played by Cuba Gooding
Now, who's assuming that
fogging
Its just another case of a man mind boggling
Back up off me, I need rooms to puff
Its saint dog, and I cant get enough
Rough, I smoke, so I
are simply simple minded simple Simons
Being dumbed down by the local radio stations by designing
But what I be rhyming, no payola is required
My
extreme heat emitted from their stereos at the time of impact
We are being told by Chief Riley that each vehicle had the same mixtape blaring through their
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