Lyrics:
so you put me on Big and 2Pac
'Fore we came a long way, L.A. With B and Jay
Or flyin' to Coachella playing Spades on PJ's
Gimme three days, my
weekend slip away?
Why Uncle Sam always take so much of my pay?
Why did Elle Driver kill Pai Mei?
The streets don't stop, they stay plain
As the breakfast
slinging crack, I was seventeen fascinated by the stacks
Running with dangerous niggas and packing gats
Uh, the shit thrill me, looking so clean,
, peep game
I lived in a house with my cruel step-dad
And two step-brothers who treated me bad
I cooked, I cleaned, I scrubbed the floors
And I was
bitch
If you ain't in my circle of choppers you missed it
'Cause me and my nigga Twista ruler, and that's it
Speedom!
(If you wanna go with us)
a scrap or two
Old Jim come running up out of the blue
And that gal he was with, come running up too
And proceeded to beat on me with a high heel shoe
lie
I cannot play any games
Sonic speed running in my mind
Love can take in any place
As long as I'm in space with
You
Blossoms in the breeze
Sleeping
put me out my misery, I can't do this again
Mom, please stick to a decision
Discipline, last thing I wanna do is listen
She's like Lex Luthor, b-,
cause I just can't deal with this pain...
(Chorus)
(radio voice in background)
Here I am....
(Repeat chorus 2x)
(Losing my mind) Someone stop me from
it down
Tell your girls
Avion indulge you to hang out
+Intoxicate me+
Free your mind
Free my mind
Freak all night
It's evident
When two worlds
the toxic threat
I can't stop the motor running
People saying I should learn some self-control
But I just want to exorcise my soul
And Walk Like A Man, Walk
Asorted flavours, in they solatos
Inspire young minds, stacked by Nato's
With the right determination of a patho
Running 'cross the water with bricks
with two of your most deadliest men's in the back
Comb the block, stop in the zone that's hot
Get out like you own the spot, home or not
It's that no
away, I got bottles for days
I got tropical haze, go ahead and wave bye
Let me help with your coat, grab a hold of my arm
Tell them niggas to move,
running away with the game
It's 'cause I am, don't speculate, spectate
All I got is d- for days and insults for decades
But I get by my wicked ways, lady
life's a game I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'
Now as time went on the the two kept
out of all the fellows in the world she belongs to me.
But it was Just my imagination,
once again runnin' away with me.
It was just my imagination
intervening
With the sound of my money machining
My cup runneth over with hundreds
I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and running
Y'all
countered on the right by Mick's chain-gang fight,
And Liquid Len, with his smashed bottle men,
Is lobbing Bob the Nob across the gob.
With his kissar in
wrist,the matrix
My bracelet
In a morphed changing gears
Where the road bends
To your heart like Boyz 2 men
Its raining cats
And the dogs chase men
Pray we be
Boyz II Men to the End of the Road
Yo we boys to the end never been in the cold
You got me, I got you till our souls grow old
He shot you, he shot me
gun in my pants
Run up and I'ma defend (I'ma, I'ma)
Sayin', "You with your mans?"
Up, up, away
She love the way I run the play
To run the base
and free
By the end of the night
Two hearts just falling too deep
With you, feel like the summer
Saturday upper, I want you
Don't make me wait (oh),
i turn with the page and learn from the game
i slip in the room and take off your ?
me you're the ghetto we're just 2 amigos
standing right here in
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