Lyrics:
Four lines in my cup
Bitch that ain't enough
Double up the script' thats a double cup
Roll another spliff thats another fuck
That I wont give for
the four by four, man jump out, one by one
Way back when, didn't wanna know
Way back when, I was on the ropes
Winter time came, never had a coat
Mummy
to annivers the Gangsta Codes
That's the lonely follow only in roads
Chosen path with the pun we had taken
I thought so quick there's no time for shaken
Shawty want to come back over cause she seen man them in four by four
046 getting dead-nominations till I be forty-four
Ay
Lil bit this
Lil bit that
ear
No time to remove our fears
I just wanta get near
Get butt naked and roll around
Move our bodies like up and down
Do that stuff that your mama call
never put that over gang
Better put some more respect next time you speaking on my name
I been on a mission, GTA but it ain't no game
Stacking the cash,
may
(I got ta) Live my life by the day
(I got ta) Help out a friend that's in trouble
(I got ta) Tell 'em we all have to struggle
(I got ta) Go
AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Little busta, I hit em up
I'm from N-E W Jerz
Where plenty murders occur
No point to comment
We bringin
is the best way, so they dyin
I ain't got time to see a fiend fiend out
To give up all his money, and he givin what he got
That's the way I am, MC
the M-O-N-E-Y
Thinkin that illegal is the best way, so they dyin'
I ain't got time to see a fiend, fiend out
To give up all his money, and he givin' what he
We only got four minutes
To save the world
No hesitating
Grab a boy
Grab a girl
Time is waiting
We only got four minutes
To save the world
No
to life like Brandon Lee,
Hit the corner, wit a four-four loner,
On a one way trip off that water,
Run fo yo life, the mic rock hard
I'm fuckin wit no
green, no Visine, eyes red like blood clots
Get off in that ass like buckshots
Pockets phat like Chubb Rock
Shiney gold medalins no more freestylin'
And someone tell my mama no college degree
Coz I don’t got no time
It’s allowed to get a cross when you getting double crossed by your own mans
It’s allowed
Bitches need guys like me
So they can point their fingers and say that's the cute guy
We'll say goodnight to the cute guy last time
You see a cute
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
get fucked up with no regard
Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons
So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'
'Cause
peace but it ain't the first time by the police
A Frisco victory down in history but don’t think that things change so quickly
I wanna give a little
the club
We gotta get em' up
Triple 6 and Prophet Posse
Ya'll know we make em' stomp
Chorus x4
with Lil' Ripsta number one with the gun come come get some
Senseless killa Fifth Dog and posse run get gone
Fuck with the Bone four niggas strong
bikini
From Compton, Watts to Pasadena
If you don't seen a fly girl it's a misdemeanor
The town to astound, city by the shore
Our posse's in the house
to life like Brandon Lee,
Hit the corner, wit a four-four loner,
On a one way trip off that water,
Run fo yo life, the mic rock hard
I'm fuckin wit no
that I'm not like a guy I knew one time
He lost the one he loved then slowly lost his mind
He sat around and cried his life away
Lucky me I'm only crying
afterbirth
Past will lurk, the massive curse
Four plagues with Horus in their head
Rigor mortis will spread
‘nough said, we came for all of the dead
He that
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