Lyrics:
you next, I'm next?
That's the word in the projects
What? Them niggas ain't no threat
They'll whole set'll get wet
Yo go get the AK, and my two nines
family stared at me
Saying, "Wasn't that you? Nah, it couldn't be"
They kept asking me if I did my chores
My butt was saved by a knock at the door
doing this then?
We all go broke by night end (like, broke as hell, can't you tell)
Leave the house, lock the door, catch the train
Or the bus it's
next door that kicked down doors
And I'm back on an ill vibe
(Alright)
Twenty pounds on my weed
Five pounds on my pint
No swagger at all, just me
And I
was a glorious time
There were wise guys everywhere, we were around
Twenty one, twenty two at the time
Yeah every place we go, every party
People would
Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit,
on the door and it was opened
By a brown-haired girl and a baby with a teethin' ring.
I said "I seen you somewhere before
But don't stand there and block
I know this is the guy
Listen, I know this is the guy
Quentin, you know this is the guy!
I'm sneaking with suspicion
But I need to peak inside!
some old dear meanwhile the geezer by the window looks out in a state of fear. Next thing the door bursts open some guy looking for a fight
Man I love my
Let me tell you 'bout a guy I know
He is my baby and he lives next door
Every mornin' 'fore the sun comes up
He brings me coffee in my favorite
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
the same building
And he would help me with things and I would see him and think "what a cute guy"
And he was a cute guy
And it was just little by little
offense
Yeah you a familiar face
You a familiar snake
You a familiar alien and Imma go
Predator on all of you fakes
Who you gon' next imitate?
Who you gon'
that I'm about to be signed by one of the biggest pop producers at that time, my mother is sitting next to me and she couldn't be less impressed. She's
Shout out to the bitch next door
Loud mouth on the bitch next door
Who knew that my homie number 2 but she call me number one where the kids next
Shout out to the bitch next door
Loud mouth on the bitch next door
Who knew that my homie number 2 but she call me number one where the kids next
that's a no-no
Niggas be hating on the low though (I see 'em)
See me in the coupe or that four-door (Yeah)
You say you the plug, where the dough go?
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
denial, I'm bangin' niggas for slot time
Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you lookin' at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with
Nine Bar and Grill
We walked through the door
And the place was jammed
The lights were low they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller
Nine Bar and Grill
We walked through the door
And the place was jammed
The lights were low they had a punk rock band
And some orange haired feller
On the couch waiting for the end
Man I can't wait for the next day to begin
'Cause in the morning getting ready for work
She drove by my house with her new guy
of stabbings, in- alone, better add three slappings (baow, baow, baow)
B better add a next two, and- better add a next one (brr, baow)
Twelve gauge broke had
that bussy, don't feel stressed
Some are freaky, they digest
(Balls I love balls)
Dick out I go in the back door
His holes revealed, clothes I tore
He
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