Lyrics:
(Fuck the other shit we got Milo on the beat)
Niggas woke me back up i'm in that one mode
Told the engineer don't press R until the blunt rolled
I
Final destination Haiti
War's extremely serious and it saddens me
To have to take tings to deadly measures
And have you measured and shot for no pay
and me
But if you should stay
Take your place beside me, baby
Here it's warm
Oh, I'll be holding all my light out
If you should stay
Take the strength I
(Zombie on da track)
Let me take a swig of that Henny real quick
Too many cappin' niggas man
Too many cappin' bitches out here man
Either you
a broke nigga
So, you better be a go-getter
Told to a nigga, by a gold digger
That meant for me to chase stacks
Glock 40 cal, I jammed for my pack
Homegirl
I'm daydreaming, no time to ever sleep
Don't need naps, ride with me
Get high with me
Come slide with me
Don't lie to me
Don't lie
Yeah I'm toting 40s
I
When I focus on the fun is when I take the lead
Now I'm winning hitting homeruns in the major leagues
I let go and let the rhythm find a way for me
I
a skipper
Mr. and Mrs. Howe, Mary-Anne and Ginger
Gilligan, you need the Professor to take the rigor-
Mortis out, I got orders to kill em softly
I wouldn't
silenced by addiction
Runnin' stop signs like there's no tomorrow
Stars align inside a forty bottle
Need a shot to feel functional
Hit the bar to feel
I'll lie there still
There's no need to take it out on me
Though, I'm not innocent
Watch me suffer
Watch me bleed
There's no need to take it out on me
The molecule inside my mind
Is making me appreciate life
I can't believe this is a secret of mine
You push me around
You take me apart, you make me
Words and music by John Kay and Michael Wilk
Got nothin' more to show ya, there ain't no more to say
You know the mess we made, it just will not go
fabricated stories
Dreamt up by the sons of campers that you killed back in the forties
I could see that all the possibilities for conflict
Could just back
used to run track back in high school
Now she tricks on the track right by school
She take the loss 'cause she don't wanna see her child lose
So
wanna make a hit
You not impressin' me, talkin' bout bricks
I made it out the hood, and I'm still thuggin'
Accepted by Hollywood, and I'm still
For uzis and guns, and then you faggots gonna OFF ME
I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box
I knock punks out quick like Evander Holyfield
Fuck it, might just forty two my night away
Might go outside and blow my pipe today
Take a nigga life away
And even though they say I'm psycho
I'm just
Uncle Reece on the track, I am just Lenny
Fell off for a minute
Take the cap off, watch me snap off
Got another bag, had to stack on
Whole team,
borrow nothing
That's what you expect of me
So you send me a love
Out of thin sailor's knots
And I fear underneath the weight of your thoughts
My footsteps
showed me thru his house They don't do consent
Whole milk, skim it out the way For the 2 percent
Thinking that it's simmer down baby this is a new extent
Take a long hard look
Check it again I bet you see right through me
For all the times I let the blood run out
Now
I'm ready to bleed
End this
You
you raped my childhood
Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon.
To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass
identity, you highly mistaken me
Check my ID, Wu-Tang, that's the legacy
Fresh off of work, he jumped out the van
Two suitcases, dangle on his hands
He
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out
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