Lyrics:
really really miss somebody?
Gotta really really miss somebody?
I mean really really miss somebody?
Gotta really really miss somebody?
Just tell them
Gotta bring it all to you
Lookin for a moment I can read the room
Sittin by the window I can see the moon
When she's around they scream it
You're
shape
Cuz they all broken, why do ghetto birds die
Before we learn to fly
Somebody elses child caught in gun smoke
And we, can all make a change
So I'm
True definition of lo-yal
My style timeless, my style vintage as Crown Ro-yal
From birth to now, heart big like El Notorious and Pun
I want what I
Listen, big boy
Now that you got me made
Goodness, but I'm afraid
Somethin's gonna happen to you!
Listen, big boy
You gotta be hooked, and how
and you got your pride
You ride till there ain't no place to hide
It's sad 'cause the bad guys always die
He was "Shady", I seen by the look on his
The life I've always wanted
I guess I'll never have
I'll be working for somebody else
Until I'm in my grave
I'll be dreaming of a live of ease
Jack your shit, take your car for a test drive (Ah shit)
Gangbanin' out the window hollering let's ride
Gotta keep a tec by the bedside
These niggas
a fly
Hope she doesn't pass me by
'Cause if she did I'd die, I know I'd die
I love somebody, yes, I do
Love somebody, yes, I do
Love somebody, yes,
Aight! You can hit me off with uh, first
With "Ready to Die" yeah
Come back with "One More Chance" mhm
Then you know you gotta hit that
"The What" with
Notorious Biggie killer
Affiliation with Death Row
Niggas get their caps peeled back, fool
This the West Coast bitch, you misdemeanor
I'm raisin' hell like
a thing I was just standing by
Here's a message to the youngsters today: standing by you can die
Usually I'm in the house but today I snuck home
The underworld watches in horror
As this marks the day that
3 of America's most notorious outlaws
Will be executed for their crimes
Together
I know you've been hurt by someone else
I can tell by the way you carry yourself
If you let me, here's what I'll do
I'll take care of you (I'll
to die
Can't stay to live, consumers is plannin to buy
Smoke death operators is standing by
They take you order for the slaughter of the family why
Do they
and the west
Follow no, follow no, follow no, follow no beast on a quest
Somebody gotta be fresh
Somebody gotta be wack
Somebody gotta be the Mc
Somebody
satisfied
Big bell ring
Somebody gotta go now
Rolling slow drivers dressed in black
As they passin' through start to think of you
And all my love comes
them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday
Seen homies die early age, though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, uh, Figg
for shoes
Fuck your Republican views
Pull ourselves up by our bootstraps, where the fuck are the boots?
And streets act as a narrator, don't gotta
(some of y'all still ain't got it)
Who God is to you
Use this gospel for this mission impossible, clear?
Gotta let God's love rain down if you here
the Louisville Slugger
BGeezy is the hustla, ignorant motherfucker
I was taught how to bust heads by the best head busters
Cluckers, you know I got'em 2 for 1 my
my head away
We gotta first world vision to comfty, to lift our
Hands in the air and cry for a switch
Michael Stipe:
Father, father
P Diddy:
Father
don't fold y'all)
I spit phrases that'll thrill you, (thrill you)
You're nobody till somebody kills you (I don't wanna die)
[Chorus]
Do you know
somebody killed my son
That mean somebody gettin' killed"
Tell me what you do for love, loyalty
And passion of all the memories collected
Moments you could
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