Lyrics:
from the food
So I lie on my back in the dark in the nude
I can't eat no more
I got to use a straw
But if the Devil dragged me down to the kitchen
I
my eyes
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin' hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin' up to God quicker
Who would figure that
around for the go down
Hip-hop classic bound as I clown, house to town
And have it my way, jewlery parvay
Mack 10 got your hottie hot
mine on me wherever I was at
Heard some niggas had some money on my hat
(Live by it you die by it)
Uh, 223.'S, K's, and Mac's
You send a shooter here
left
I see motherf***ers staring like they want to step
So I'm grabin' my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's
I hold Mac's with 2-1's
plus the deuce-5's at my side so I got two guns (That's right)
Chorus:
It don't stop til the casket drop
Quick
I see motherfuckers staring like they wanna step
So I'm grabbing my rusty screw driver
In case I got to cut ya deeper than Vanessa Del Rio's vagina
speed chase, I gotta
(Get it in)
I got the cops on my case, I gotta
(Get it in)
I got the IRS all after me, yo, I gotta
(Get it in)
I got the Feds after
stops
Yo, go on and give my man his props
If you're really that down then act what you say
KRS and Chuck need support today
I see you posing with
face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
She like my style, she like my flows
It ain't no chuck involved, she knows
I
face
'Cause when we danced, I felt that fifth all on yo waist
And you know
She like my style, she like my flows
It ain't no chuck involved, she knows
I
spit before
I'm a blessing momma told me that when I was turning four
Coming with the force
Never question my form
Nigga why u hating for
I got dirt
Yeah, wassup?
Lil' Jon and my muthafuckin' nigga
Mac muthafuckin' Dre
Yeah, let's go
It's been a minute since they heard you, Dre
Check this out
the nine
First I took two clips and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I
a fly-by
It is I, mindin' my own mind
Father time be the boss cOMES AT A COST
He aint never lost fAME IS FAKE
CAUSE IT FADES pop the fame bubble
Cause he
Gold Daytonas
(Hunnid spokes for my dogs and my locs', why?)
Ride with it on us
(You know we got it) yeah
Gold Daytonas (why are you mad? What
and then I took two more
I was out the window cause by now they were right at my door
I took three shots and then I laid
They rushed in shooting so I
mobile)
This for my niggas with the pretty cars (look at the grill on my pimp mobile)
This for my niggas who got all the hoes (look at the grill on my
would cheer for me she kept it real for me
When I die will they carry my legacy
Or when they bury me will they Chuck Berry me
When I die will they
Shorty gave me tight head without shrinkin' it
Coolest kid out, on my Chuck Inglish shit
Mac and Vinny, always get the people loose
Fall back, strike
ross
Nope that he start running, been feining to let this bitch off
I got 'em pissed off by the way my pockets filled up
"Oh shit, what the fuck was
that's where you get sacked at
Fire too hot like Crisco, pop, pop
I got enough cream for the whole café
No Hard Rock
'Member having rocks in my timbos
Ran
ain't no lackin'
My baby, she brought her buddy now we got action
Yeah, any time, any place, I'm like Janet by Jacksons (yeah)
I'm like Omar with
about that, nigga?
Yeah!
You been fucked by a mac
I take that dick with a arch in my back
I throw it back
You got a bitch?
I'll blow that bitch off
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