Lyrics:
around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you were snitches so
Don't come around me
(guilt-guilty by association)
I heard you talkin lick
Don't talk
music"
Won't you quit that shit you be talkin, its big spit
Later for them suckas they tardy they ain't hit
Disobeying ???? from you ??? don't let her see
on the stove
Got bread from back in the days, it's growing some mold
2Pac's back, my Glock's fat
After the gun smoke, you screaming, where my block at?
on, Em)
They say I'm day away from my entire empire crumbling
Speak up your mumbling
What the fuck-a you's a bibi-bay okay big-bi-bi-baby
This is
of butterflies?
The rush of blood between my thighs
You made your bed so I guess
I'll make a table for two
And I'll put on my dress
Go alone
And home with somebody
Sit beside the breakfast table
Think about your troubles
Pour yourself a cup of tea
Then think about the bubbles
You can take your teardrops
is part of us
Irrespective of the one where we grew up
Yes you are my sister
Though we never shared a home that's what you are
And your eyes keep
the king and the queen went
Back to the green
But you can never go back
There again
Brenda and Eddie had had it
Already by the summer of '75
From
From the way you make me sweat
Give me some of your thug passion, baby (thug passion)
Ooh whoa
Now what if me
Turn this Hennessey into a robbery
cold on gilded plates,
A feast for the blind, in chains they celebrate.
Rights doled out like crumbs from a table so elite,
Illusions spun so fine,
from the block it's Lil' Wayne (who it is?)
(Nigga, you got that yayo?)
Well cook somethin', nigga
(Nigga you let them K's go?)
Well bust
Through Life, Apocalypse, Rewind?
Are you here by my side
Through Life, Apocalypse, Rewind?
La-dee-da-dee-da-dee-day
Dub-dub-doo
La-dee-da-dee-da-dee-day
with your homies that you feel is real
Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do
Yeah, the suckas that got the playa hater venom,
that's rich that'll, run in your bitch and by the third week
Yo mark my word, me and my herb speak
That's that fire move like Schwinns yo
Invisible pens
in front of his son
And if ya, running your mouth you can die in the slum
Cause in the, south where I'm from they dying for crumbs
You can die for
it gets so hard, you learned that
Won't fall tryin' to walk from crawl
Tryin' to hustle up from broke to ballin'
And, yeah, y'all in effect
we from, niggaz with the most shit rule
Hit all ya hoes, rock all the jewels
Make all the moves niggaz dream about
You know the type niggaz y'all
got unpaid debts, we've come to collect
We're gonna kill you with hatred, without any respect
We'll mock you and shock you and we'll put it in your
that way
There's no way back from here
The birds have eaten all the crumbs
And don't bring me your fears
You have to take whatever comes
out?
Never feel it from the bass line, feel it in the club
Maybe I could take time singing for the dub
So won't you hear me out?
Are you gonna play
[Repeat: x2]
S-N-double-O-P D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
D-O-double-giz-ee
Izzle kizzle, fo' schizzle
My nizzle, what you sizzle?
Fo'
choke in this bitch
So what do you do for a living? I dub cartoons for Disney
No way. What's your favorite
Cinderella
Call your boys, now that the table's set and shining
No one's seen any of them in many days
Call your boys they shot a buzzard off a Chrysler
geek)
Look, comin' live from the-
Comin' live from the one out the five
Comin' live from the three, two time
Whole gang fucked her eastbound
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