Lyrics:
a lot
I'm screamin voiceless with so little choices
With so little joy got destroyed by a lot
Toyed by a lot, spoiled a lot
Nobody know this but boiled
niggas in a super traps
Man we gotta get it, have it by Sunday
If it ain't by Sunday
We gon' get it Monday
If it ain't by Tuesday
Then it's fucking
sister be the first one to get smoked
Then I grab your grandma by her weave hair
And whip her old ass with that wooden leg she wear
I'm from the bloody
mouthpiece, bet it up
I'm charged up in my lane like a Tesla
I paused up on the game, then I leveled up
All pressure on you lames, I'm a pressure cuff
I don't
imitated
I don't hate, it's not in my blood
All my friends are pimps, we get a lot of love (get love)
You give it to the real, don't fuck (fuck) with
get hot don't stop, move shop
Find another block restock and take it from the top now
Greed, hate, envy but cake will do
Fuck the game don't let
makers
You gon get bars straight from this
Foreigners phone like jail breaker
I get rid of your bars like bail bondsman
Since you don't wanna sit in
chips get low, that's what my old lady for
Can you hear me dog nigga, do you feel me dog
All my niggaz in the game feel the same way
Getting honey
of his love of games
(He finished his set that night
By retreating to play
Galaga as John Mayer riffed on guitar) Now
As he spots
The original Pong, Super
the kitchen
Im cooking
Flo on the mix
Half a ticket to book it
Not Feeling her spirit
So that's what she fly
Text me paragraph
Get no reply
I
Been on wave
Don't
quickly
See a couple more not finished by inches
Ya never know what’s hidden past senses
Seen a lot of robots circulating
It was fun though.. but I don’t
show up
This shit remind me of a drive-by
More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, why?
Cause they don't know what they doin'
They see if
casualties show up
This shit remind me of a drive-by
More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, why?
'Cause they don't know what they doin'
They
the juice
I'm Tupac in '94
Been a boss
Never been the type get sent to the store
Old timers say I move like I been here before
Givenchy Dior
Yeah I be mix
to the game
cant be selling cds n still selling dem thangs
cause bitches drop names n bring alot of piorblems
n puttin somthing in dey head the only way u gona
pussy, fucking my bitch
I've been going platinum, you walk by
You player-hate, don't even try
Chorus
Verse two:
Don't ever quit, once you get started
of the game call it prepay
Big stepper
Me and "nice as fuck" go together
Versatility like the weather
Lot of stability, falling never
Better take shelter
I
escalate real quick
I don’t do drugs i had put down the pill shit
Matter fact I might relapse, let me perculate
Step in the game Warren G ima regulate
He
of rich folks spitting on bums
A lot of hoodlums
These are just the bums that are really pissed off
Why? Probably 'cause they been ripped off by
a physician
Like a Space Shuttle I'm on a mission
Homeboys and girls, don't be afraid
Because I'm down by law with Mix Master Spade
You never heard my voice
drank
Come fly by me, I want a lil face
Think about it, I don't want relations with the lil' skank
Not Tay-K but I'm on the race
Big desert eagle,
singing about them Pretty Wings
I was just a thirst nigga looking for a pretty thing
Chasing ass trying to get my sir rocked like Diddy drink
Had to get
got back
Sir mix a lot old shit
Let me introduce myself
If u do not know Fix
Money by any means my squad Hoe
Muddy Kup Gang what I be on Tho
Baby
got back
Sir mix a lot old shit
Let me introduce myself
If u do not know Fix
Money by any means my squad Hoe
Muddy Kup Gang what I be on Tho
Baby
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