Lyrics:
shit makes me go through a spot
I can tell you I ain't never forgot
Blood everywhere that's the vision I got
They lucky that I can't get no barrel hot
we do it, they said it couldn't be done
Still we making paper, still we having fun
I hope by now it's proven, Nate and Warren G
Tightest
have shit
Holes in my shoes picked on by other kids
I remember when they tried to rob me in the hall
I called my brother phone
He pulled up
invulnerable are suffering, in this nation."
Remember that, in this white man's world, they can't stop us
We've been here all this time they ain't took us
trust, shooters I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out
A Judas I can trust
And if I can't trust you
The fuck is you here for?
Some of you niggas' true
you can't skip steps is the best
Even though the vets hold a .47 with a vest
Now that's a wise investment
Or a concept to try and hide divine
endeavor
So whether or not you understand, that there's only one DJ Q-you-I-K
With no see still you can't be me
Because I'm floatin' in my Lex and,
G shit, LBC shit, remember how it used to be?
Mmm, you remember so much
No we didn't, see if you can remember this shit
1982 now what was I to do
First of all, I stand a little more than five feet tall
But we can still brawl nigga, I ain't scared at all
I guess you niggas don't know or can't see
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
of weed to keep from going under
The federales wanna see me dead
Niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottweilers by me bed, I feed 'em lead
Now
there heaven for G's?
My homeboy's doin life, his baby momma be stressin'
Sheddin' tears when her son, finally ask that questions
Where my daddy at?
They should meet up in a hour
No games, no play
A hours gone by, Shiro's waiting at the spot
He's not waiting too long before a Uber makes a drop
from goin' under.
The fedarones want to see me dead.
Niggas put prices on my head.
Now I got 2 rottwillers by me bed.
I feed em lead.
Now
the spot, damn
I'm feelin' too big, you know it can't pop me
We here for the light, boy
While you in the dark
I remember playing ball right in the park
Too
Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin' up spots, boy, and jumpin' in Jags
Gotta get ahead and always stay
black range, uh
Catch him at the lights to
Turn off his lights mane
Life been treating me right
So I can't complain, uh
Career 'bout to take flight, G
so fuckin sure that you got it
You make it happen or not -
You still grindin on the spot
You gotta give it what you got
Still livin how it pop
It's
M 54
Still Asthmatic
You turn me up on
My headphones a lil bit
Remember hammy downs from grandma crib
Still bag a bitch n a Walmart fit
I'm
of the line
With every single rhyme
I'm about to lose my mind
Tip toeing on the ledge
Still haunted by every fucking word that you said
Can't help myself from
of the line
With every single rhyme
I'm about to lose my mind
Tip toeing on the ledge
Still haunted by every fucking word that you said
Can't help myself from
on the plate
Gots to grind everyday
Hold up, wait
They know I'm on top
They can't wait till I drop
Bout to shut down the spot
Hold up, wait
Bitch I'm lit like
word to the G code
Don't talk to police when I get in that G mode stuck to it like it's all that we know
Remember when niggas was out getting deeboed
Sit
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