Lyrics:
seeker)
(I'm a trouble seeker)
They say I'm crazy, lately
I'm off the chains, don't touch me, baby
(I'm a trouble seeker)
(I'm a trouble seeker)
cheered when I got my time
Like yeah, one whole year I got in the grind
But get me losin' off your mind
Shawty, may I remind you that there ain't
decide
Who's fit to live, and who has to die
Poetic at the end, for the living sacrifice
Now It's time to hit you hit you with the millimeter
Rippin off
light 'cause yours got dim
Then you get sparked by the lord Rakim
What's the matter G, check your battery
Go get charged up, then come battle me
You
it'll make me chuckle
Murderous Thompson mobbin', with a green plastic shade
Over my visor, watchin' these cops inside of that purple Datsun
Keep
frozed up, they all chosed up
They telling me, you a non-believer now
A felony, all I could think about
The cars go re-poed, the bills they add up
My
who dropping more? I'll wait
Elae, Sque3eze, Jacie, Dacia is in for a long day
Call me big papi, cuz I do it grande
Heating up the skillet, get it
tryna get me a loaf
I ain't worried bout ' nobody, keep drac )' in my coat
I ain't no P, but I'm stiff onna hoe
And I smoke By tha P , this shit came
Uh yea uh
This shit raw no cut uh
Uh uh uh foxes only lets get it
I'm by the city so I ain't got the drakes I brought all the switches with me
Nobody body body make me feel the way that you do
I can tell you bout it bout it by the way that you move
Staring at me, see you twist across
surrounds me
We outty, niggas known to sit the stompede and get rowdy
L.A. - niggas know my flow
They see me on the shore, when I'm rippin' my rows
(Chorus:
about the pack than I do keepin outta trouble
I'll jump the hurdles and let my box Chevy jump the puddles
Freon inside of this plastic bag it'll make me
outside
Got big body truck, got big body truck
Don't give no fuck
This a wide body, we geek off the juice
Got Molly, got shrooms, got everything plus
We
For sure, lil' one
I know what you're goin' through to shine
Niggas pullin' off all type of shit
But, look: if you don't know what you're doin'
Battlecat
But this ain't Grayskull, and you ain't rippin jack
Don't drop the mic and jet for your tooley
("Bring it to me!")
We can go rhyme for rhyme
back recline
I can tell by yo eyes you just acting kind
You don’t care about anything I sacrifice
As long as you get yours, you’ll be satisfied
Pulled me
to be so fuck I look like settling
I’m trying to be up out the hood surrounded by them Benjamin’s
[ Outro/Hook ]
Don’t see me at every function I
as I pass by.
Rippin' up shit just so you can remember I'm
A straight up nigga that's done in, gunnin' and comin'
Straight at yo ass.
A 100 Miles
Crip for life
[Mr. Pookie]
I'ma jump it off straight up rippin
pop my clip in best beware to tha nigga dat's trippin
over there think I see em finna
They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
And your views (in this American dream)
Don't tell me that the sky is the limit
through raising the standard
Got a plan live by it like a Bible
Calling me the greatest that’s a title
Hit song they might sing it in the choir
Ride
at kerrang, bob guccione jr. at spin
What you pissed off 'cause your dad gets more pussy than you?
Fuck you! suck my fuckin' dick!
You be rippin' off
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's non-existent bitches
'it, sippin'it
Puttin' a clip in it
Trimmin' it off the women
I'm swimming
It's odd to me your words are kind of drippin'
I'm trippin'
Your flow's
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