Lyrics:
in the zone
Drunk by myself
The reason that I want to be alone
Tired of all the things that went wrong
That would have went right if I would have
this I’m knowing
You can tell by how I’m flowing
I got heart like Brett and Owen
Alright, this here is a vibe
Get lit all night, this is my shit no
hell's men
Two revolvers, I can let 12 spin
Hop in my Benz
Push it to the limit, buck-sixty
Who wit' me? My Cris', two L's
Twisted blunts and inner
First things first Big Reefah trumps all the aces
I leave home my art of war nickel plated
Master like Sun Zu come at me you gon lose
I been dey
mony and drugs we know these things
(Know these things)
Bitches fallin' in love, we show them things
Cause..
We are, so extreme (so extreme)
So
weapons were drawn
But not long till my number was in his phone
Had him drive us out to an undisclosed locale
Dancefloor enclosed by two canals
I sat him
told and got a nigga sentence for one
He aint raise you to be no bitch be no snitch
Spent to much time with your moms sweet old bitch
We was chewing
Juanas look greener than pees
Am a straight A nigga
Sweet life got me followed by bees
You so freaky (Oohh)
Freaky freaky (Oooh ooh)
Ass so biggie
Biggie
her purse
As I ride by first things first
9 times out of the 10 that cool shit usually works
It's 70 degrees I'm in a short sleeve shirt
Without
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
aint raise you to be no bitch be no snitch
Spent to much time with your moms sweet old bitch
We was chewing you was suckin your chico stick
Shoulda
and gold plate things
Cause I'm the man of the hour, too sweet to be sour
The ladies know I'm the man with the power
And now that you know a little more
but live like you got 9 lives
Fight like Mike Ty but at 55
Keep your head up to the sky
And fly like Bessie Coleman with strides like Jesse Owens
It's
(Zay das my slatty)
I don't think I ever left my bag
I just switched from Jansport to Prada
Walked in this bih with all black
Rick Owens jacket,
don't give up
I done seen some
Force it for some bucks
I done seen some lose themselves
Get mapped out by these drugs
I done seen some
Prove themselves
of
Sounds like this
Or you know
That sort of thing
I started
Sort of tapping
It annoyed the crap
Out of
My fourth-grade teacher
Ms. Frechette
She was
get saved like Neuer (No)
Hit a man's chest when it coughs
Take sweets
These sweets ain't taste like Soothers
(They don't)
If you get G-checked by my
nothing
Before I hit this Swisher Sweet
Pull out my phone
Got to check on these freaks
Before I even brush my teeth
Still thinking they gone wait on me
Yea
ahead and touch my cheek then
But we'll be burying you and your
Whole motherfucking family by the weekend
I'm calling your bluff, go on and buck
I got my
me a text and we rollin on through
I've got a plus one, we go'n make it us two
Sweet talk, baby wave chillin by the bay
Talk'n bout the name, like he
extreme)
So advanced (so advanced)
Sho' is clean (sho is clean)
Sex, mony and drugs we know these things
(Know these things)
Bitches fallin' in love, we
about a buck fifty
Midnight in the city, dark n gritty
Rough tales of a life aint a fucking thing witty
don't do it the same
Wow wow
I'm bout a dollar I feel like I'm Dame
Yea, dash-
Board say a buck imma pull up I race
Car put
Mileage on that cuz there's
Wolves in the night yo hells men
Two revolvers I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz push it to the limit
Buck sixty who wit' me? My (?) to well
.jpg/300px-The_Real_Thing_(1972).jpg "The Real Thing")
_ "Every Little Thing")
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