Lyrics:
Smoking weed, true indeed
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Check it out
Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
(Intro) Tech N9ne:
But the cattle had no idea when entering the slaughterhouse that they would never return.
So they went while the other's watch
[Intro]
[Thurgood of PJ's]
Yeah, get up, get down
That's what P Funk say
[Snoop]
Get your money man, it's hard out there
It's hard out there,
remember me
I swear these bad chargers are really draining my energy
You said that you stay 10 toes down I can dig it b
I came in with 10 whole deep, yeah we
[Intro]
What, what
What, what, what
(H-World)
What, what, what
(All Out)
What, what, what, what, what
(Take it back to the streets, mutha
feel like Moses Malone
Stay on my street now, I'm way past the UAV
Chain got me dry, I feel like I'm undersea
Shootin' with G, I ain't get you, got him
*A Silent Death Kiss*
Intro
Hey can I know you
Not right now
I have somewhere
I have to be
It's very important
Right here right now
But I'll be
Charge him for the fold
Me and Shade in and out
Buddy moving loads
We was off of Pleasantdale
Had to leave because of Gold (what up Gold Mouth)
Brian died,
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
deserve.
V54 Woman 4
Can you believe, THIS is what he said?!
V55 Woman 2
His goal, to instill fear!
Woman 3
Finkelstein
You should have pulled him by
[Intro. (Electric Guitar)]
Well, I went out for my evenin' stroll
All along the boulevard
It's familiar turf from the hills to the surf
I treat
but he ain't even mine, he hit me with the F boy lines, oh you know the F boy tried, I never let him stay the night, because I know your type, he gone
the truth like a prophet, I talk to the ocean
People fear what they can't understand
I thank God that I can, I stay focused keepin' him in my plan
Never
[Intro]
What, what
What, what, what
(H-World)
What, what, what
(All Out)
What, what, what, what, what
(Take it back to the streets, mutha
I know you never ever pictured me with drugs and a burner
Shoulda heard him, he was tellin me 'Nigga you gon' die'
I could see the devil dancin in
Babylon
Fuck this world, that's why we carry on
By the Email Fidel, tell him meet me on the D.L.
No longer a free world, think of shank or Verra'
This
just hot (Come on)
Young niggas stay fly at all times (Uh)
Hoes 21 and under with gangsta rides (Uh)
Keep our guns by our sides at all times (Uh)
hustlin for loot
Pass the casket, lookin at my friend in basket
Touch him with my lips, feelin like he blasted
I never seen a man cry
But my lifestyle is
superhead, deep throat that super dick
Then come back with big bread, see you?s a trooper kid
T-Pain must be psychic he saying what I think
I'm by the bar now
nigga we did we went and we got
We did it alone by ourselves
Little help from E eternal we will him will neva forget him
Know now for wealth
Stood our
boy
Minus the law diploma
Revered by his dad
who tried to give the squeeze
Look out
Look out for John Cleese
A thing I bet you didn't know
murder in the lot
My nigga got popped with a bullet that was meant for me
The adapt by T's and be 's and the regencies
Fuck what the reason be, I'ma
by a bad ass bitch? (Yeah that's me) Hm?
Now Super Socka with Gin and Seagrams and sweet and sour
Sippin, suckin on my sausage gave the stripper some
Intro a spray like graphic
Him get 10 from di Belgian
Hazard mi attack it
Body caah find A gain
Do di maths
Mi nuh know bout last nor profit
Dis mi
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