Lyrics:
Everyone wants to be a cowboy
Grab your guns boy
Forty-five by my side, do he live
No the nigga dies
Zen, zen zen zen zen zen zen
You shot
a nigga paid
I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave
Get money everyday
It ain't no other way
That's how it is until they put me in a grave
[Verse 2]
I'm in
commence my ride
I'm asking Lily to be my bride
I know there's another man
But he ain't gonna delay my plans
I know she's gonna be my wife
Gonna fall in
time
No sleeping til I cross the line, I'm running
Cause I gotta pack them shows
And Dre told me ain't no coming back from gold
So I gotta get my album
chain
I've been high for the last ten days
She left me alone in my grave
Remember she left, remember she couldn't write back
No eye contact, remember she
on drugs?
No I ain’t doing none
Doesn’t know I just re-upped
TONYA
What would you do for a KLONDIKE?
I catch a tan in that LIMELIGHT
Hit a hunnid through that
comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
wanna go do what they do (they did)
Every baby mama work in the club
Ain't no niggas putting food on the table
Every woman now want her a thug
Then
Player hatin' ass motherfuckers man fuck that
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherfuckin' weed in court
(Man fuck
We've got the same blood
We're the stand and face the music kind
Two warriors with one mind
We're the never tell a secret, ain't no way we gonna leak
blend in
They're pretendin, while I'm extendin
You bite like a parasite, ? you attacks
But you won't strike, cause you ain't no match
You need
Oh yeah! (Oh yeah)
Here we go! (Here we go)
A little rough! (A little rough)
No sweat! (No sweat)
I can do it! ( I can do it)
You can do it! (You can
foundation
Source of my salvation
I got no hesitation
Eternity my motivation
He pulled me out the grave baby and I ain't goin' back in
I'm a new creation baby
Alcatraz was purchased by a white man
For 5 grand, with intentions to expand
More prisons so these correctionals ain't
For rehabilitation
They for grossing
The Fuck Happened to the home of the brave
Niggas running off headed to the grave
Black president, don't matter
Shit just getting worst life is
Yo, I know I ain't buggin' and shit
And yo, O, what up?
Strange, my head sound like
Batman just got poisoned or somethin' by his old lady
they know, on folks 'nem
Twenty pounds of gross in the trunk, I know you smell it on me (woo, woo)
Ain't no crossin' Sosa, bitch, you know what
of fate now, baby
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
No, no, no, no
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got
shit off tops
My nigga gonna ride for this crip, no lie
But I ain't dead, yeah, nigga, thank god
Money got niggas lookin' at me all odd
Punk ass
there
Fightin these street wars, to all my no limit soldiers
To everybody in the penitentary, I feel yo pain
This ain't nuthin like bein free, tryin
will have a dog bite
Biting whatever, all up in ya gut
Give it to them raw like that
And ain't no love I do 'em all like that
Four right up in they
alive, clutching on his hammer
World full of problems, ain't nobody got a answer
Mommy in the grave, daddy gettin' high
Bills steady rollin' in, he
of fate now, baby
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got time to wait
No, no, no, no
Can't put it in the hands of fate, ain't nobody got
knew this
Lil' cousin got it right? and bike without no frame
Ride the same rides without no brain?
Life ain't life, without no shame, if I make it out
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