Lyrics:
till I'm paid
N**** want all the smoke aye
Hanging by all the ropes
Drinking on water fuck that codine
That shit had me heartless woah
I can't be
Bonnie n Clyde, ride with my baby by my side
Those baby blue eyes hypnotize
Visualize when you strip the gun clip slip on your thigh
Never slipping she's
a shitzu
Every part of my DNA says kick you
I'm spitting all fire you should know bra
I'm lit without a wic I'm Kodak with a low cut
Imma blow up
big
so?
Hatched seeds of light supported by light seaward breezes,
And we see these orbs in a car chase of sorts,
Absorbs sweet Lorraine and her dolly
me as crazy
As the world was over this whole Y2K thing
And by the way, N'Sync, why do they sing?
Am I the only one who realizes they stink?
Should
96, Bootleg tha
muthafuckin' rap Kapone, Ghetto E, & my nigga Shoestring, gonna
Stick N Move & bust up yo ass fo' tha 9 6
My memories get haunted
your countries
Let make money forget about The forbelis
Mo'n sise mo'n make dollar
Emi gan baller
Ninu 9ja awa n Jaiye Londona
Am running helter skelter
chopped about nine
Really broke bits with my slime
Four nines, I shared with my right
Opps need to stop talking shite
Before I hush ur mic, n swing by
Like
yah Suh fi Game but mi a puzzle dem, Frenzic
How mi so eccentric with mi style,
Watch dem a medz it
Pop off a Tech N9ne, Yea mi cold (Cole)
People
niggas would cut they wrist
In a motherfuckin' candy 4, beat that ass with the switch
Then blast on the bitch who was all in my shit
It's that nigga Ren
the tools, i'm on the paper
Down by the club imma ride like a ranger
Shawties they come n they slide like a stranger
She wanna go on a ride in my chamber
Woke
Call it puppy love, Curtis and Tisha in the tree
K-I-S-S-I-N-G
She was pregenant by me once, glad she didn't have it
'Cause I be paying child
taught me to never ask a man for s***
I'm a special type of fabric to these f***in' maggots
We not cut from the same cloth at all these n****s backwards
(I
these grands
N***** get snaked out by they homie and still be cool
I'm the type to cut you off and act like we was never cool
Once you pick yo side you
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
these niggaz till they drop [x2]
[Eazy-E]
Yeah Keepin' it real for the 9-5
For all you niggaz out there
Thats true to the muthaphukkin game
N.W.A.'s back
Another new day too, one without a war and hatred that Is known by me and
You. A shriek disturbs the peacefulness, the cat's Just killed a mouse, the
Mother
is prominent
By far a superior hominid
Judgement of Solomon
Cut the baby in half
This track aint stand a chance
In a trance
Display the wraith
In
nervous
I rock Number (N)ine in the party I'm splurging
One up bitch no she no virgin
Tryna cut me up don't want that version
I cut them up like good
by my doley, don’t need no assistance
You don’t know me just wave, okay, my n**** i see you
Just keep it a distance
Know I’ll up it and spray
clock at nine
And i did it by me self so ima charge a fine
I'm a big dawg ima creep steppa
How i bounce up on these n***** i dont need levers
Ayye rely
always on the go
He used to live in Champtown, but moved to Slum Village
In a city Motown that was run by Mike Illitch
Lived with Fat Joe, in Ras Kass
at all (no, no, no, no)
Can't be budged by your muscle (no, no, no, no)
Never riding on E (no, no, n-no, no)
It's De La and Butta V (drive you crazy)
between these lines
I'm a run until we major
Or until the end of time
N' I ain't really stressing makin' it
Cause greatness by design
When I was nine older
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