Lyrics:
(slow)
My best friend, was a G.I. Joe
although he had bald spots in his afro
Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us
I got
told her meet me in the Lobby
Getting money is my hobby come and stand by me
Lifestyle nigga, I say they wanna live like us
I swear to god these niggas
grabbing his coffin
Will he fall or carried by the Lord wings
Absorbed in all the evil, that we do as the youth
So we, teach 'em the truth, you, teach 'em
preferred to dispense
An escape from his pen
By sippin' from a bottle
Full of bliss till he waddled
Off into the sunset
Some got projected
Into their cages
you passed Richie Cash ain't been the same
The Loc gone loco, I can see it in his pupils tho he ain't vocal
Still wishing you was with us, we couldn't
And I'm placin' this blade in his guts
Invasion of us slegna raisin' a cup, here's to
Layin' the blade to they who bathin' in blood Bedla
Might behead
his off white nigga
Yeah I then did a lot nigga
Been with nasty bitches that would let us all hit her
That's y strapped nigga facts nigga
Keep it on my
don’t open that door
You ‘bout to see us fucking aw
You ‘bout to see us fucking, loving, touching, sucking, licking, rubbing
Screaming, gasping, moaning,
Ate York Peppermint Patties, slung by Peter Paul
Wrangler, straight laid the track when it sag
With one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up
could learn to ride
He said yes, we got undressed
Then I became his bride
He got me pregnant on the tractor
I gave birth there too
Jesus gave us twins
My pops had told me and my bro to be home by 3:30
It’s like 2:40 we not even on our way back
His friends are older but I go wherever they at
I blend
We should ever separate nah
It ain't no reason I should be here by my lonely
I kno you want yo coochie ate, lil baby, push up on me
We can make
and make some brand new friends
We stopped off at a roadhouse down by the interstate
I bought us both some dinner, we sat and talked there while we ate
He
off his family, as if his life was sold
This stuff is just pure insanity, he took his life so cold
I sit and question humanity and all the whites, they
bubbles just lookin' for trouble
When Mrs. Murphy moved the furniture.
Now she's got us by a big picture window
With a clear view of the Jersey bay far
So most of us have a grasp on reality!
Hi, I'm from Canada, I spell “colour” with a U
However, I refute that we say “aboot, “I don't know why you
he get to Melrose from the basement
I remember cold winter nights on the pavement
Odds was against us but a nigga over came it
Imma keep grinding yeah
Driving his reindeer across the sky.
Don't stand underneath when they fly by.
Actually I did rather well myself, this last christmas. the nicest present I
soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' Jesus juice
Put that fuckin' cow on my level, cause I'm
before my mama cry
Body ate by so many bullets, been crossed by so many niggas
Da hate be so real, make me feel like da realist nigga
See they'll hate u
He was talking 'bout us, we gon spin his block right back again
I got snitched on by my homie, I had to cut off my friends
Me and my brodie, we was
I ate a dead body, I ain't proud of it
I told you all about it, and you all applauded (HEY!!)
I got problems, I'm haunted by a carnival
I could run
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
a drink on my cream wallows
Reach the gate, hungry just ate
Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
Conversate,
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