Lyrics:
in too late
And I'm forced into reflection by this half hour wait.
Now I have been a straight man and I've played it by the rules
I been a good
more""
And if she don't come back, I'm goin' down in Ohio
(Ah play it now, you'd feel bad when she should leave you too, trouble, boy, trouble...)
I never
used to thug niggas, it's too many young niggas with.
Too much of liquor, too many drugs in em, too many clicks, too much swag nigga,
Too many niggas
The remainder. Too bad the tributes paid to lives that relegate these thrones to lives spent valuing the runners-up, are known to be neither fleeting nor
taste it
Horses in my car, little Louis on my bracelet
When you live just like a star it feels so amazing
Aye you probably think you know where this
how I flow, I live with the raps now and those
That hate me call me "Ron" but they won't slither in too easy
Believe me I'm snake-minded, be within
but the city that dreams, for sure
If by dreams you mean in nightmares
L.A, I'm a dreamer, but I'm from nowhere, who am I to dream?
L.A, I'm upset,
got to be a bad boy
Okay, come out and play
Ya'll clowns Need to get down
Or get out the way i'm a live round
Shot to your head by Doc Dre ain't too
the floor
Why don't you go and tell me something
I don't already know
Give me something to remember you by
When I go
I eat too much
I laugh too long
Maybe
bringin' the feelin'
That bad bitch, she bringin' my meal in
My swag good, you think you could steal it
That bag good, I think it's a million
Count it up
(*background is Black Sabbath's "Iron Man," performed by the group Metal Church*)
(*chanting*)
[Verse 1]
You could strike a match in my hand
Too
over to the system either
That or they was killed (Damn)
Man I don't hustle cuz I wanna, shit
I have to (I have too)
I fell in love with the streets
I
married and live in our world
Let's play rough; we can get wild
I could go home, but I'll stay
Cheat but I won't
So I go by Weezy
Love me or leave
Too late the hero
It all comes to zero
And I, I wish I could stop
And start it again.
It's the end of my movie
The bad guys beat me easy
And I, I
Feeling like a hero, but I can't fly
No, you never crash if you don't try
Took it to the edge, now I know why
Never gonna live if you're too
really blame you? (Who can really blame you?)
We're the ones who made you
Ahem, back by popular demand
Now pop a little Zantac for antacid if you can
the gate
The king is in the kingdom to await his fate, of the enemy
The Pubic Enemy
Propmaster (yeah) Please listen to me (what?)
Something lurking by
a Mac-10
And rather live the life of crime
With my Bed-Stuy connection connected in two
It's liable to start shit too wild for you
Peace to, Baisley, Forty-P
people, ooh, to forgive,
People, my sins
Oohooh mother, mother I live alone with my prayers
Ooh, tell my mother, people, tell her this is all in
to the subway
Off to catch the train
Too bad for him
He forgot his umbrella
Poor Mr. Sheep
You're wet Mr. Sheep
Walk on,
Mr. Sheep Walk on Tell
the gate
The king is in the kingdom to await his fate, of the enemy
The Pubic Enemy
Propmaster (yeah) Please listen to me (what?)
Something lurking by
to lose
Everybody gotta die
Say good-bye to the bad guy
That one you fucked when you passed by
Buck buck from a Glock
Tempered glass fly
Do
interior mustard
Now ketchup to that
Got a bad bitch that live in Quebec
No roaming charges so she hit me with text
She super snobby man she fly private jets
speak
Livin' life without fear
Puttin' five karats in my baby girl's ear
Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool
Considered a fool 'cause I dropped
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