Lyrics:
habits, don't judge me
Just don't waste my time
Girl, it's about to go down
I know you need to play around
Ladies, if you're here with somebody
Experience like Hendrix, keep my sound enriched
Cats ask about my stitch, to me they soundin' bitch
In my sounds the glitch of hatred for cats who ain't make
and s**t
It aint gotta be fat, But I bet it aint stiff
Aww man f**k you hoes talking about
Whole squad on wet, we aint going no droughts
He love it when I
the struggle starts today people
Listen, here we go, yeah
In life sometimes things ain't what they seem
Some say, they love you don't mean a damn thing
2Pac told us to never give up
Where I'm from
Be ready to shoot or be ready to duck
This shit tough, you ain't ready enough
(yeah, you ain't ready enough)
Short Dawg in the house
And I am the forever lastin Breed hahaha
[Chorus:]
Ohhhh, givin up the funk [2x]
[Short Dawg:]
Now I'm about to get with
come to court
On a Tuesday, April Fool's Day, don't get caught slipping
Leaving the keys off in the ignition, making me guilty by suspicion
Penny
'em
Why was Tupac really spittin' at the cameras?
Cause real gangsters get no peace, they want us six feet deep
Or locked down in the belly
Say I've been here before, I know to me it ain't enough
Games I don't play with 'em
They be so mad 'cause after I fuck I don't stay
Fuck around, got
grip and don't really give a shit
About nothing at all, just my dogs, steppin' through the fog
And I'm still gon' fade 'em all
With the gangsta shit
Cut like a blender, chopper like the feegy
They got so many pussy nigggas
They starting to police me
I don't give a fuck, if you be in the cut
With
on my "I
Don't Give a Fuck" look hmm
Make your rules, I'm a break 'em
No matter how much you make 'em
You show me bacon, I'm a take 'em
So don't you ever
of an ill-mannered nature
That lingers on as animals in all of us
Trying to fight for the right to live a life
But some will never win though, that's why they live
white, we won't sell it no more
I'm like, Trump ain't feeling us, cops still killing us
Niggas taking shots, can't stop me, they ain't real enough
Cut
is that's why they don't ban me
I ain't tryin to make nobody happy
I'm from the streets so I kick it for the ghetto
I can't talk about shit I don't
that'll never be (Never Be - NO!)
No way
Not in America (uh-uh Not in this America)
Not in America (No)
[Society]
You only got 2 bucks and give less
before
Used to never play me
Now they want more
So here goes my encore
Raw flesh out the skin
Wavvy like all of my kin
I hope i dont have to pay for all
fact
Let me take that back
See I don't fuck with real legends
In rap like you do i'm crucial
Concealed by real crips and suwoo
And they shoot like
two for us 'cause you're the one that I want
Don't wanna seem like a punk pussy that simps over punk pussy
See when I'm with my friends I just put
contagious
They wonder why we rageous
Don't give us the truth
Then we gone put in basement
Yea my niggas slang but what they supposed to do
Trynna get paid
Everytime i speak i reach a new prestigeous
I'm eages
Protected by the angels no demons
I dont see or hear no evil
Screaming with my 2pac voice
free my
Get some ghetto-ness give it to you at your mom and dems.(?)
[Chorus x2]
I'm talkin 'bout ghetto love,
Girl don't keep me waitin for that
Ghetto love!
white
He just tryna chase his dream plus his daughter needs some wipes
And some pampers so he don't give a fuck about the slammer
He just tryna stay
n****s is on my nuts
And on my sack (aye)
I think they on big boy
Lean & big boy crack, I never
Turn no fein, my bars ain't wack (n***a)
2 tapes in 1
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