Lyrics:
pack 'em in the aisles!
D***able!
Will they all walk out?
This is d***able!
Andre, please don't shout ...
It's publicity!
And the take is vast!
Free
Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin'
Tell all them suckas get the fuck outta my way MAN
You understand?
G Season
Told you motherfuckas once
once, prison ain't change me
All it did was make a nigga crazy deranged see
Psycho, nuts so, what I give a fuck for?
All I know now is to get out
I knew that
Walk in, by the bar
Buy the stores, buy the mall
Colossal houses, audemars
I'll have it all, by tomorrow
Talk it up but do it all
Big
and half
A half a pack of cigarettes
A vacant lot, my tangled thoughts
Suburbia give me my God again
All senses say, nothing has changed
The soft
only have first things
As many as once
One
(One)
Tony lived by that metal
And dies by that gun
See
I ain't running from nothing
If I stop
I gon fail
way, ig' the shit in the streets
Just let me smoke this one cig in peace
Give me 10 minutes
By myself, you the boys at home
That's all the time I really
by the fact that
I just sliced through they back ()
All these new era rappers? Figure's
That they like cap
(Figure's that they like cap)
If I'm a fool
we all gon' die
Baby lets go take a ride
Way
Way
Way up In The sky
Don't let life pass you by
This ones for my guys
Yeah it's a test you see
We
you won't believe
Y'all roll deep and think y'all street
Heard y'all got slapped up by three
Roll another pack you see?
How you gon' say you gon' run up
once now she saying she miss me
I'm not romantic I'm not with the loving and kissing
Beat up the pack mf we kicking it
Luh Ced be serving that nigga be
Looking back, all I see
Reflections of a tyranny
Once ruled by
The strong and free
The days we had
Just wine and bread
Simplicity, you’ve got
Rocking my bands like a Man With a Mission
Move like a chef, I’m always in the kitchen
I been told more than once to stop bitchin’
Are you existing
Green tops, boulders and bottles
Soldiers who follow leaders
You owed 'em dollars
Know that tommorrow you might not see it
Packs got knocked off by
motherfucker
I've held shit you would be crushed by
I've held shit you couldn't even fathom holding
So all the fucking pricks who are gonna say
CB, your album's
Huggin' my trigger for all them niggas
Who was buggin'
My homie told me once,
Don't you trust them other suckers
They fought like they your homies
But
committed
Signing D1 wiht it
We in here, together
Comming up by committee
We balling, no Spalding, we all in
Gas on deck we got plenty
Yessir
You know this
Smokin' on this spliff out the pack
Leaning
I take a sip, and just relax
I been needing someone I can have by my back
Lil' bitch I roll another blunt, I
Smokin' on this spliff out the pack
Leaning
I take a sip, and just relax
I been needing someone I can have by my back
Lil' bitch I roll another blunt, I
yet they all stunned
You the type to have a gun
And never blased it once
Get y'all banana split, you ain't Emmanuel
Outlawz you'll never forget
blazed it once
Get y'all banana split, you ain't Emmanuel
Outlawz you'll never forget
Makaveli the Don get a call y'all
Turnin these streets into Vietnam
I'm all up
Bitch I'm leveling up
when there's pink my cup
Bitch there's never a ceiling
Bitch I'm just done livin life By an image
Done livin up
it when the pigs throw a raid on the spot
It was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brother
That I look like the nigga on the zig-zag cover
Maybe
those packs
Nevertheless, I got biches on the map
Hit her once, and im finna
Hit the dash
You know that i hit the dash
Im finna stack this motherfucking
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