Lyrics:
to get your head wrapped
Skull shot, bald spot
You'll never grow ya dreads back
Yo this nigga dead Smack
Don't stop the fight
If you Hulk Hogan leg drop
Creepin' on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood
couldn't be more fly to me
Shorty say right after the suck fuck proof
You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose
You shoulda got the message that I
couldn't be more fly to me
Shorty say right after the suck fuck proof
You hit it on the head girl, duck duck goose
You shoulda got the message that I
people keep your head to the sky
Shake that load off, shake that load off [Repeat: x16]
Folk in your face, you're a superstar
Niggas hang around
your head, like I got your ass on record
Tune, don't be so cruel, Tune don't be so rude
Nah, fuck that, fuck these lil niggas, fuck these lil dudes
By
Grease smeared fingerprint on the glass
Can't look through and you can't see past
Grease smeared fingerprint on the glass
Another dream in 9 by 16
bullets you can't trust
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put
Hand me down my banjo, I'll pluck in on my knee
By this time tomorrow, it'll be no use to me
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley
Hang down your head
where
We let our nuts hang
Peel your motherfuckin' cap
I put the city on the map
Crackhouse in '92 is what new
Niggas call a trap
I'ma keep it gangsta
a better me
I don't want your money, or your drugs, I want a better me
Lyin' in my bedroom watch the world as it passes by
Countin' down the days 'til they
The boy's got a head like an atom bomb
Hang him from a cross like the number one son
And he's been waiting so long
to get it on.
The boy's
You wanna hang with me but you're way too lame
Get outta my life and stay in your lane
Well... U have no idea the shit I had to go thru
Been fighting
out by the Citgo
But mama always made sure the tooth fairy found my pillow
My pops was always workin', he put the family first
Chicago Saturdays in
on Greenleaf
with their fucking heads cut off, motherfucker i'm Dre
so listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day
rollin' in my '4 with 16 switches
And got
Young black boy, goes by the the name of Wayne
16 turned insane, he lost his brain
After seeing big bro slain
They killed him and snatched his chain
the homelessness[02:11.59]Takes me back to the streets of Manhattan[02:13.54]Can't imagine what it's like to call your home a bridge[02:15.23]But I gotta admit[02:16.05]When you'd
leave
Need a your broad i’ll send her like my first name Kareem
Count down boy its 'bout to be a knock out
Game time i’m about to run the clock out
Hang
the park wit my 30
Been balling from 16 to 30
Got head in my vans tell her jerk me
Harder baby you won't hurt me Curved that thot she too flirty
I make it
The boy's got a head like an atom bomb
Hang him from a cross like the number one son
And he's been waiting so long
To get it on.
The boy's
we're gonna hang you up with your tie,
we're gonna hang you up with your tie,
By tonight maybe I’ll be done
Killed in the fight, in my easy money run
On a man-made lake, there's a sheet of thin ice
Where unskilled skaters, couldn't figure-8 twice
At 16, uncut, direct from the cult
Head
That hang in the balance
And you might do well by putting your X up on that ballot
Throw some seasoning in that salad
Just try and swing it, help
go[00:13.97]Where do you go when no one knows[00:15.56]What do you do[00:16.34]How do you roll[00:17.16]Who do you hang with on the low[00:18.72]Are you
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