Lyrics:
Coming through that front door
My heart doesn't race like it did once before
But I've got a horse out in the country
I get to see him every second
naked
And I pray you niggas is hatin'
Shooters go after Judas jesus Christ
If I live life on my knees
Ain't no need to do this
Park it in front of Lueders
In the midst of Piru and natty Blood beef
Shall we hesitate to walk down
That 10-grade summer we had death
Right in front of us
Then leave the house
When the bass gets bumpin
up in the club
pour another shot
and show me some love
I wana get the party goin
Ladies to the front
Now Let me see you
me to trip, they wanna hunt me
But I'm ridin' 'round with some shit, it got a stick, it got a front piece
I was with my Irish bitch, she said, "Uzi,
roll bounce to the ounce(die-I!)
I bring dat physical front(aha)
Believe it I function the paraplegic
So teach it like if he was playin backgammon
goodbye kiss
I don't wanna know it's over
'Cause ignorance is bliss
I can hardly see
What's in front of me
'Cause the vodka's running on empty
I can't stay
Of The Testimony
And Listen To What The Witnesses Say
I Waited In Line To See Him
Through The Bulletproof Wall
In The Courtroom
And I Had A Seat In The Front
Got some- I got some more, uh
Hit just what I want so I ain't gotta stunt
You in back of line they rush me to the front
Smoking on this J, you smoking
they catch up like
The britches they sag close to fallin' off
I'm in front I'm the jag on the jag
Catch up, catch us
Good luck like clover niggas now gag
or ten labels like
'What he hatin' for?'
Except the zeros and more
Remember havin' Aftermath sittin' on my door
Money in front of me
I couldn't open
you or break you
Expire or inspire you
Let's hear it for Compton compton, Compton
I'm talking bout Westside
Piru, NHP, Campanella, carver Park
Front
as halfway crooks
Niggas shook from the door like
"Who is 'dem boys?"
Anything happen in front of it
They're responsible for it
Niggas play hardcore like they
Duping out a translucent roof
Presidential organized crime
Like an army have a crew
Little niggas put em on the front line
Let em shoot til they wrist hurt
fucker
Put you in front of the street
Then buy you some bread
Nigga you lunch meat
Should've worked at Subway instead
Goliath couldn't bare my triumph
I'm
through the country is so thrilling, standing out in front on opening nights
Smiling as you watch the theater filling, and there's your billing out there in
Oh
Rolling it back
Front of the pack
I don't lie
Just don't wanna cry
Don't wanna hate myself
Don't know how to say goodbye
Yeah sometimes, I just
to the emptiness I?ll never fill
I don't need your photograph to see your face in front of me
We may never touch again but you're here in this melody
What once
with us (keep all that in there)
Uh, seat in the back, s'posed to be the front
Say, "it's too loud," still turnin' up
Why you all in my face? I
jeans
Pull out a ring, get down on one knee
That's why god made a front porch
Put a little creak in the screen door
Something 'bout the sound
This is all from rappin’
None of this come from the block
You know that money gettin’ so long
Can’t even front, you gotta bring it back
Whole clubbed
let her pay the bill.
This is my New Year's Resolution.
When I'm sitting with my wifey on a bus
And a dear old lady stands in front of us
I
mine (okay)
Lotta ass on you, I could see it from the front
Niggas down to pay for it, so you get just what you want
Make 'em fly you out to games,
much
You feel loved
It passes time
Feels like my soul has been sold
Each day another year old
Fought in the trenches up front
Mind not the body
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