Lyrics:
was wet aqua theme admit it's sick
So be realistic
I go ballistic
Different mind not autistic
I hear more high levels of acoustic
Some bars no ones
in this house, it's some shooters in this house
If you wanna go to war, fuck it, nigga let's shoot it out
Walk up from my spot, see I don't have
like Ritalin (Ritalin)
Numb, I ain't feeling adrenaline (Adrenaline)
We don't got time but we fit it in (Fit it in)
Life ain't no movies, it's rated X
see shit that makin' niggas sick
How does it feel to see a G from your clique?
Wake up, jumped out of bed wit my grin on (why?)
Last night's dice
Final will, cause my pain won this fight
I'm in pain, wanna shoot the bullet in my brain
Wanna leave, wanna feel and I wanna bleed to death
Maybe it
BACK AND DO THE ---- I DID
GETTIN USED TO HOW I LIVE
I NEED 10 OR MORE THIS YEAR
WAKE UP, STUDIO UNDER THE CRIB
STILL GOT THE 40 RIGHT UNDER MY RIB
KNOW
a
Freeway then a couple of years later
You got famous again when a
Freeway almost killed you
Don't ask me to give a fuck I
Ran out of fucks to give
I hope you
out in the streets
Imagine 10 years old full of doubt and defeat
Growing up around criminals, with clout and deceat
My grandma Loucelle used to tell me,
hidden hills 9pm
I gotta figure that shit out!
I see you tryna figure it out!
Hey
Ten years down the line
Niggas gonna be like, sMUCKERS is
Legendary
opps, got it too cloudy
Get 'em whacked, take a flight 'fore they knew 'bout it
My lil' niggas love me, they gon' shoot 'bout me
They might pull out
late
under street lights
It is what it is that’s what it be like
From where they
shoot first an dont think twice.
Member creepin out late
under them
You still (yeah)
Downfall
You still
You still (yeah)
Downfall
Let's go
If you gon shoot me then shoot me
Don't whip that bitch out if you faking it
I
I wish you were here
How many minutes in a year?
I wish you were here
How many minutes in a year?
It's harder to feel, this bottle could heal
I see
And it ain't my night to get buried in the dirt
But it is your day to get buried by a verse,
It'll be another ten years before you see an MC Ren here,
on, it's a photoshoot
(Listen to this track, bitch)
Me and Boosie smokin' fruity, it look like a photo shoot
Shout out to my nigga Webbie, my hoes
hold a grudge to the death
Come by myself, I don't need nobody help
I blaze you up like I'm Seth
Shoot 'til it emp', I shoot a hundred like Wilt
You
[Chorus] 4X
[Ghostface]
Yo I'm bent out three days two nights yo I'm spent out
One hell of a cruise New York got they hand out
Like I owe somethin,
the carton (yuck)
I still speak as slow as Ben Carson, I can’t parse him
Can you parse me? (what)
I was 10 years old in the car seat (4'3")
Can you see how far
came from
And what they are into and what is already there, and just to bring it out
This is what compels me to compel them
And I will do it by
frisbee, you know I'm around
Whippin' the Battle Bus like it's my job
Out here smoking gas with Neem and Rob
Ten years diabetes, yeah I'm a vet
Taking
And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember
When it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years
Twenty years from now,
And I don't care what you think about me, but just remember
When it hits the fan, brother, whether it's next year, ten years
Twenty years from now,
vicious
Fate assures me by New Year
It's back to business
Frank Whittle sounds familiar
But I'm sure it's just coincidence
Here upon the fright before
might spot your ride and dump on it
And send a couple of boys to that corner of yours
And role out with a nigga slumped on it
You see Black fall back
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