Lyrics:
I can’t breathe nigga no more
Your knee up on my neck kid
But if they hanging me up just where that ceiling fan is
Just spin it one more time so I can
the gangstas go dumb
Keep a bad bitch naked like my waist with no gun
Uh, I'm for real, how are you?
Got street power, from the Watts Towers to Howard U
How
of course, is for you to go out and gather everybody on your team for Test One
First I want you to go get Detective Jones
And be careful because she has
questions, i ain't stressing, im the best they ever seen
Erybody fw me here
Cuz I'm crazy go brazy don't ever drink beer
Unfazed by ya hate i ain't neva
Hop in the whip then I skrt like a Protestant broad
They David Blane lame, asking me to pull all they cards
Like no, we cannot kick it hoe, I am not
you disown
Cruzin' through the ocean like I'm Piolet Jones
Got a new wifey, don't got no time for these hoes
Got no time for these hoes
Like I'm Piolet
(The Atomix)
Love me while I'm here, miss me when I'm gone
(Beach Boy in this ho)
Yeah, look
I be by my lonely, ain't gon' hang 'round
People
that from Bun B Rest In Peace to Sweet Jones
Disrespect me I will regulate unbothered by you niggas hate
As a youngin OGs got me straight fuck what
lover
Tell me that there is no another
I love you with all my heart
Oh-oh oh-oh oh oh oh oh oh
(One-way ticket)
Oh carol I am but a fool
Darling I love
Time flies
No time to waste while it's passing you by
Time files
Be patient 'cause good things happen in time
We gon' get it right, we gon' get
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
[Master P]
Air Jordan ain't no motherfuckin hero G
My heroes is niggas in the ghetto that slang D
That right on chrome and triple gold and pimp hoes
ball
So I tell em
In life u take hits jus as long as you don't fumble
Time is money and either way u pay the cost
Hadda start as worker
Dat shit made me
Cole, Gina, Tommy
P**** is a weapon and my hoes think I'm Simon
And Simon say go and get my motherf***ing money
Young mula b****, tell them hoes, take
Givin' peace to minutes, something like your T-Vo
But it's 3 hundred thousand more with no remote
Take it in the rain, I used to live with Tito
But he
stay down just to live a better way
How many blacks gotta die by the hands of another
Don't you understand that man's the same color so that man is
Uh, uh, uh, I'm in the, I'm in the
I'm in the
I'm in the business of making music
That music business
The fitness, no one can witness cause I
I make
Come on!
Jim Jones where you at baby?
Juelz Santana (I feel good right now man)
This is music right here
Once again where you at
I feel like
The wave is too big to ride the wave
To ride the wave, to ride the wave (The wave)
I keep on all of my VVs in the shower
I'm blacker than Howard, I
ain't Faking non
Damn i keep it too real and i'm Relevant I'm show u some Magic like David blane
Me and the music will never Gonna separate
Above all
down grands and submission
I don't back track, every single sound for me different
I don't own no ice, just got clean rap
Don't ever two step, I just
down grands and submission
I don't back track, every single sound for me different
I don't own no ice, just got clean rap
Don't ever two step, I just
me feeling like I lost my Jones I done lost my horns
So H town is on and nothing change
Cause the palms got chrome nigga do this in the early
put up niggas
Is it cause I bust wit stuff that just shut up niggas
Flow like dro, I pull then clip it or mix it wit some moet then sip it
Then turn
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