Lyrics:
shrug enough to care, I'd bet it's on who gave them a rise. It's
emotional, the raised fist, afraid - armed near your home, or by your side.
Stand clear,
unconcious
[Chorus]
I by the night i'm a crawler
Killing those who mess with my mind,and i
By the day ima beat up
Can't run away from a madman like me,and i
a punch till unconcious
[Reff:Norgoth]
I by the night i'm a crawler
Killing those who mess with my mind,and i
By the day ima beat 'em
Can't run away from
Oh no!
I done relapsed!
And I OD'd!
What's wrong with me?
I said uh oh!
I done relapsed!
There go my kneecaps!
Guess I ain't so lucky!
Oh no!
I
There's someone inside me who I can't run from
Turning me into someone that I don't want
To be anymore, because of what he's done
To the people I
paper, if he fidget ima bleed that
I got no love left i’m feeling all alone
All of my riders done left me on my own
I got no calls coming in or out my
tickets, if I slang enough of this shit
Become a boss and be a made man, impossible to hit
Buy a mansion like Scarface, estate surrounded by gates
Cold
lookin' silly
And he kept askin' me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you paid
I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all them songs that y'all done
And he kept askin' me, "What kinda car you drive?
I know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup billfolds
From all them songs that y'all done made"
And I
lookin' silly
And he kept askin' me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you paid
I know y'all got beaucoup of hoes from all them songs that y'all done
me to come by today
And i barely give time away because I just don't know
Run it up you coming up
I done done it all you ain't done enough
I'm a top
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
But now I feel I got a chance to kind of make things up to you a little bit
Heh, enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
staying alive; That's enough for me
He tryna tempt me
But satan can't get no love from me
Keeping him away like COVID
He can't get no hug from me
Swat
too much to stomach
Maybe I haven't done enough i
Might be ashamed of that
For not doing enough for not
Giving enough for not being
More perceptive for
Thinking that they coming
Now he haunted by these visions
He knows that there's a dark, and a light
But he don't know the difference
He used to run around
Let's start the year off right man
(That birthday s***)
Dip-set man Jim Jones, Santana, Freaky, Killa
Enough, let's do it Killa
Up and now
he's done
Then he'll tell you his life story
But he won't stop until he's told you and everyone
Here's to waking up at night
Drunk and undressed by
(New plug)
I done re'd up
(Re'd up)
He my babe he call me mamacita
(Mamacita)
I was sleep
Now I'm hella woke
You was a creep
But on the low
I
woman if it passed you by
I done upgraded
Been around the world
I done touched paper
Gave them dueces to my ex
Neva loved haters
Side nigga
Just met him
enough coins to buy his way up outta slavery
Thinkin' just maybe, in my pursuit to make life so much better for me and my babies
I done betrayed the very
from the day ke belegwa
Even before ke le (Ha ra mme)
O swaka defeat you like Barker
Break your neck by only using ditlhaka
Spread enough to go (Ngwana
Grrr, arff arff
Over and over I done told ya boy
I'm a G-Unit motherfuckin' soldier boy
And when you gon' get it in your brain?
The gate's wide
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