Lyrics:
don’t know what you started
Ooh so uncharted
They looking for a target
The birds eye view got me confused I feel in hues now it’s the blues I don’t value
doors not as
Heavy as my heart (I can't breathe)
I thinkin Blue Cross might not be enough!
(It's not enough) veteran of 4 wars by 19
Lord knows that he's
It's 40 an ounce I came by it
I can't lie, the truth is important
I can't hide it
Some of you forgot what you put
In and can't find it
No wonder you
Anybody get in the way get minimized
But I rather worry about if
The chicken is tenderized blue, red
And green in her eyes is this a sign
She don't got
lie
I like to keep it honest
I ain't gotta try 'till I'm by
Chick wanna jump into my ride
Go beast, Mr hyde ooh we goin' out of sight
I'm with JJ, we
quenched
Accumulate the blue cheese until they smell that stench
I don't have to mention everything that I done did
And you can bet I built the dream my skin
without you
The truth? Man, doubtful
But every morning I wake
Perplexed by a complex that I been tryna sedate
Like how I still fucking love you after all
committed every crime that was made to accuse
My neck like Mr T, you niggas know I pity the fool
My old manager told me I never play by the rules
And that's
Je Je
Kulture, Kulture
Boom
This is OverKill
Yo
Letting off steam inside the crib with the cash, and keys
My niggas let it beam by any means
Wanna
the field and out of dodge
We coo was breathin hard
Then I seen the hole up in my blue
So now I'm stunned and let my shirt ride
Losin my high
I spot the blood
Yeah, to the right
To the right with the blunt like it's Mr. Pen
Sunny on the east side (when I woke up)
Walked out fresh looked clean (hell
headteacher couldn't manage me
Fuck Mr. Hall, he's a prick (Hah)
And I'm still getting money in the Grove where the bangers be (Fuck him)
I could never get
Neighborhood life right by Mr. Rodger
You niggas get more even and I get more odder
I run off winter time like a platinum Rolex
Eat my dust taste my auto
in beautiful technicolor
Directly from another place you could expect no other
To stand by these trues and break these rules
We defy the laws of cool
Yo, first I sprinkle a verse
By adding words, rhymes
Flippin 'em in to a verse with lines
Then ima hit 'em with spurts rhyme
Then ima let 'em
Haha. That RBL niggaz. Mr. see-Note, see-Note
*(Chorus- Iyesha Johnson)*
No one's gonna lace you, like I do
I get around babe, no one can lace you
"My line of work is considered by some to be a...
A tumor on society, be careful Mr. Magenta there are benign tumors,
And there are others, that
I'ma muthafuckin Hillwood cowboy
5 40 ass raised Mr. C. Coy
A.k.a. El Coyote
Creepin' slow through the monte
Peace to my niggas in the grave
Ball, yard call, up against the wall
People my enemies envy me, write on the walls
Wit ya life in draws, blue bandanas and stand tall
When the dope pop
Cause ho break the rule, now we serve for the state
What a thing to lose, why you sitting on the blues
Put yourself shoes, how we defeating heard about
Your shining lips remind me of a mountain stream
Your cool blue eyes straight from a dream
Your breath smells like cornbread
Sometimes I think about
Singing the blues when the Red Sox lose
It's a crisis in your life
On the run cause all your girlfriends
Wanna be your wife
And the laundry ticket's
how long I've had cars from
MR2's and MX-5's, R-E-A-L better recognize
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Hop in and hop out
Drop the top when
roguish by nature
We booked a cruise to Jamaica
Might be gone all summer
I lay the pipe like a plumber
I'm single for the Summer
And she was single
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