Lyrics:
at the viewing, Ty mom crying to him
He hug her, he tell her whoever did this, he gone do 'em
From there it was a silence, she ain't condone violence
But they
a customer
Cop it from natural born hustlas (that's what he thought son)
Stupid kid, you get extorted
Stop smilin, but still don't nothin' move but
on the low, might be at the murder
Holding off the place y'all cats never heard of
Yeah, chicks wanna peep me out
Nasty ass, want me to pee in their mouth
But
brain
M-I-A
Dom P., palm trees, 9O degrees
Arm freeze, mom please, ain't nothin' but cheese
Caribbean Sea, Malibu breeze
Watchin' DVDs on 5O inch
Shorty's gonna be
Shorty wanna be
So he's gonna be
A straight thug
His mama was a G
And daddy was a G
Ain't nothin' left for him to be
But
[Chorus]
They know I'm crazy by the flow
N-gga never lazy 'bout my dough, dough, dough
I'm in the flesh but I'm quest for mo'
Bizzy, Wish, & baby
a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts
a freak
To lick me from my head to my feet
And I'm here, now I'm ready to be done up
Nothin' but homies around so I puts my gun up
Bitches on my nuts
love? Do the scars really heal up?
From all the pain that done built up, but they don't feel us (Jesus)
A week done flew by, the big bro ridin' then he
(unprecedented) me? Steel never sing
But he? Skill never bring
There’s thousands on the lineso
E feel menacing it’s crazy one comma cause E
(kamikaze) to kill
waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?
My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines
when I dream I'm not lonely
Who's Your Daddy?
Chain up the beast
They gave me a job so he could never get out and so the beast sits there
Dreaming
nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
And he took me by the hand, held me
promise I ain't never mad
I could love you from a distance, I ain't gotta see you
It might not be me but somebody need you
(Love don't disguise the evil)
at the viewing, Ty mom crying to him
He hug her, he tell her whoever did this, he gone do 'em
From there it was a silence, she ain't condone violence
But they
Let's hope he don't need it more than me
But we'll see
'cause we ain't lookin' for beef
But if it comes our way
What do we turn the other cheek? Come
since he had a son
It been money on his brain
He ain't never been no lame
Try him put one in yo brain
He different he don't follow
He create his own lane
ain't nothin' but a funny funny riddle
Thank God I'm a country boy
Well, my fiddle was my daddy's 'til the day he died
And he took me by the hand,
morals, they ain't got nothin' they live by (nothin')
Seen a fiend from 2005, said she still high
I ain't have a dollar in my pocket, I was still fly
Yeah I got signed
But I ain't got them bricks
And I still step up in the
Club feelin like I'm Mitt
We got Squally in the building
He be there strapped
selling me
Taking full bags to the dome, I ain't never leaving home
Ain't felt love in so long, got my heart turning stone
But when in Rome
Indulgence is
dissin' me
Mom's grabbed me
And then she gets to kissin' me
She thanks the police for my good health
I don't know why
I coulda done that by my muthafuckin'
to see
Niggas pussy won't see me with me
Niggas got beef they can leave it to me
My niggas shoot shit no DVD
No TNT we ain't shooting scenes
3 shots 2
good luck, for what
He was already dead, what the fuck
I be, breakin' my shit up off in a nigga
When I don't see, nothin' but soft in a nigga
Fuckin'
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