Lyrics:
You fully load ma you don’t need Dr phil
I got this Mary Jane shit
Ease your mind forreal
Lets take a trip to my apartment
Take a lil shot of patron get
and he played me
More tracks that blew my mind and I mentioned
That I would like to write with him
And he said he had studio time and why
Not tomorrow?
thoughts and get lost in the days
We used to play before your coffin was made
Just got the call nigga got caught with a straight
Hope he's okay
Just got
you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace
Busta, I hit em' up...
Interlude: 2Pac
Yeah,
All rhymers with Alzheimer's line up please
All mommies with mind freeze please line up please
All bloggers with comments
Please I come in peace
a track
Told her friends, now they hollering behind her back
Sing
Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds
When I stepped up in the club even my
the person who I'm turning into's
Irreversible, I preyed on you like it's church at the pew
And now that I got you I don't want you
Took advantage in my
sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare
Shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best
And cover up the truth
And that's why I'm ahead like my noggin', and
I'm the fight y'all get in
When you debate who the best, but opps, I'm white chalkin' when
I step up to that
sometimes are
Visions of your chestnut mare
Shoot through my head and are makin' me see stars
You hurt the ones that I love best
And cover up the truth
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
on my mind
Got a mil' out the deal and I'm still on the grind (woo)
Now shawty said she feelin' my style, she feelin' my flow (uh-huh)
Her girlfriend
stop (that)
Jigga, Twista my nigga Timb on the hot track
How you gon' stop that? We can't be slowed
Niggaz (?), look at your clothes
When I'm in
rhyme?
Is a fuckin porcupine half swine?
No time to make up your mind, you wanna run or die?
Clip you while you're running by, trip you up from behind
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
anything that he wants
He's so caught up (he's so caught up)
He won't call her
He shows no love
So she decides
I changed my mind (ooh)
(I don't
I put you on a track like that for real
And you know and I know that pussy will sell
Oohh She got the bomb, My bitch got some bomb ass pussy
Oohh
been two years, I lost track and
No way I'm going back, I been in mansions
I been in whips so quick that you lose traction
And made 6 figure
the door
hopped in the smug, and I break fast
Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash
At last, nigga made good, and I got away
Dogg Pound Thug Life you know how we Fuckin' do this shit!
You stupid mothefuckers don't get me,
Now take a look inside my mind
That Pen' time made
the sky blue? Why is water wet?
Why did Judas rat to Romans while Jesus slept? Stand up
You're out of luck like two dogs stuck
Iron Man be sippin' rum,
Ford
And I ain't thugging, they clapping at me, a encore
Got a dark heart, bright mind, make women crazy
I give her D, I throw up two, I call that shit
What you got hidden up your sleeve?
The tracks of the train that were bidding you to leave
When they say that you should flatter to deceive
Don't
with know-how, you know what I'm sayin'?
I got know-how...and I'm chillin', never illin'
In my mouth I got two fillin's...whatever!
I'm on the mic, cold
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