Lyrics:
(yeah)
Bitch, I'm very well, on my shit as you could tell
Any ho got beef from years ago is beefing by herself, ah, ah
If we took a trip on the real
mothafucking paper
Boot Camp Clik
Aight you know what I'm saying
Mad niggas want to talk about
That East - West bullshit
But you know it's all bullshit
Smith
sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet
I get deeper
I get deeper
I get deeper
If the house music was ale
And Doctor love would be my song
And I would only
a Piston
Mike was losing to Isiah but he soon would get his sixth one
Gave birth to my verbal imagination, assume a virtue if you have not
Or better yet
but you wanna hug me up until a brother cant breath
like what do you want from me
say you wanna love me but your mans in the way
still what do you want
to live better
Did what you had to do and now you deceased
I hope you livin' in peace don't even stress that beef
Go head and sleep count your blessings
somebody's got to show their hand
Time is an enemy
I know you're long gone
I guess it must be up to me
If I'd thought about it I never would've done it
on playing me
Is it gon' be this bitch or your family?
I'll kill that bitch whole family (I fucking hate you!)
What your crazy ass shooting in the house for?
know it's a lot that you can learn from me
It's just one thing that you gotta prove (straight up)
If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me?
I
should believe in
Me the way that you do
'Cause I'm terrified to let you down, oh
If I walked on water, I would drown
'Cause I'm just a man
But as long
theres a creepy person.
Back in school.. back in the day... which, by the way,
I dont know if you know this, was a Wednesday.
Thats a little fun fact.
When he came to see the house, he was like
"Oh, this is like the places you used to take me
I'm glad you like your house"
Did it on my own, I'ma do
hollerin', you got bottom-end like an 8-0-8
And I (base) whether we're fuckin' off that instead of your face so
Let your low-end raise, yo
Tango, what you
the slammer,
A free civilian with a house in Santa Ana,
If ya got a million, and live in Atlanta,
If you got a weak bladder, or can't climb a ladder,
What
the strange feeling that I caught in the vein
I'm thinkin' why would I send you when I knew it ain't right
I'm thinkin' what would make you sacrifice your
games
Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say
"Rudolph with your nose so bright
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?"
Then how the reindeer
performance back {gangster}
so don't you come to the concert tonite,
'cause was in your home wishin' you had came right
hmmm clockin' the jizz,
gettin'
world we would all be rich
Hating on me I'll dissolve your clique
Two tone Rolex on my wrist
In a battlefield I'm a soldier, trick
Life is what you make
the slammer,
A free civilian with a house in Santa Ana,
If ya got a million, and live in Atlanta,
If you got a weak bladder, or can't climb a ladder,
What
With the knowledge of things that I know now
I would be by your side when you needed me
Instead of asking you, "Nan can I go out?"
Standing on road
Nothin' really is
For things to stay the same, they have to change again
Hello, my old friend
You change your name but not the ways you play
I like to get right down...
Do you like to get right down too?"
Well, what did you have in mind?
"Well, I get off being spoo-ed upon
By
side hoe
He broke you in, I'm the one broke you out though
'Cause you got that D and you turned into El Chapo
Run from that nigga if he drive by your
lifted uplift your voice say
Jesus Jesus ooh
You are Highly lifted up
Jesus Jesus do what you say Highly lifted up
You are Highly lifted up
Jesus Jesus
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