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Same dice game, same forty and same blunt is lit
Same couple of schemes to get a hundred quick
Some niggas is grimy, scheme on who they runnin' with
The woman that I love
Is forty feet tall
She's a movie star
She's all in the papers
And everywhere i go
People hand me quarters
And they pat me
everybody's givin' in.
This one's for the girls
This is for all you girls about twenty five,
In little apartments just tryin' to get by,
Livin'
Well I call my boy X on the shower phone
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on wait
Call up the krew, hook it up.
[Speech]
"We hold these truths to be self evident
that all men are created equal
and endowed by their creator
with certain inalienable rights
and stay low
I twist more caps than the 40 oco
Bitches know, could tell by the look on the thug face
The way they play it in the club, it ain't safe
When you hear that, that's the sound of the police
Whoop, whoop, uh, don't get handcuffed by the beast
When you hear that, that means the cops is
still gettin' injured
NIGGA DON'T YOU KNOW BY NOW THE TANK CAN'T BE DENTED?!!
And when we reach a hundred million cartridges
We ain't finished
Bitch
house
Geah
And like my nigga E-40 say:
We got a colloseum of muthafuckas in here
Tha Eihthype thugs
C.M.W.
N.O.T.R.
Lil Hawk & Bird
Da Foe
I'ma
surrounded by titties and asses
Spend a lot of money on some brand new clothes
Tryin' to impress these brand new hoes
Laugh every time I have sex with
to shame in every way
Muslim fasting forty days
We can't lift our hands in praise
God deserves more than what we're giving Him
Bow to piece of wood
the law on us
They want us in jails, with bails too high to bond, but am I the Don?
Shit, I'll be out by the morn', word bond
My game is on lock, till
"let my cameron go"
Came out with a fire flow and a slamming show
Letting this hammer blow, still write rhymes like
They gon get heard by sean P
Town business like you found business when you brought it down
Borderline 'til a seven hundred forty-five brought around
And you 'round it forever
and grinding, working every day
Forty hours this week: making pennies for pay
Big Brother gathers the wealth, think for yourself
Why is it too much to ask to pay
and grinding, working every day
Forty hours this week: making pennies for pay
Big Brother gathers the wealth, think for yourself
Why is it too much to ask to pay
Brown water brushes, up against boulders
On Galveston Island sits my buddy John
He's been in the shop, fixing up furniture
Damaged by floods that
Compromised by the truth she already committed
Stressing so what I'm pose to do now
Ride around the city with my feelings in the clouds double tapping all ya
not be stopped by a slug
From a forty-five
Let's see what we have here
Pirate Queen for nothing
Fought a struggle of the archaic world
Plundered ruthless with style and panache
A nurse to rebellions for forty years
Fearless
Yeah, turn me up a lil' bit, overall
Yeah, ooh, ooh (no, no)
(Great John on the beat, by the way) (yeah, yeah)
First nigga play, I bet he die
I've been through hell, I've been through rain
I've been through 40 days and nights of heartless hurricane
And I survived, and I'm more strong
He was everything he wanted man
Didn't fully understand the complications of it all
It took him forty years to quench his thirst
Then the bubble
actually none
I'll go back to one before two
four, two, forty two, fortitude, add them then it's six
Six atoms, four and two is eight
Infinity when vertical,
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