Lyrics:
Gangsta's Paradise like Coolio
And I'm always surrounded by dimes like I'm in the groupie zone
They all wanna do me, ohh
When they see me cruising slow
Ese
'm gonna flip it like a script at the ?
That's my new spot, 8 by 10 cubic
Nah, I ain't stupid, never have been
They locked up they ? now they all laughin'
a mile high x2
The street sweeper with me at night
I keep my cuete I’m ready to ride
, ill be the first one thats gonna slide
Ima Soldier I
without
Packing mi cuete
Willin' to die for my block
Let them cowards come get me
Plus real pandieros
From all sides love it
Livin' this Merciless
Crossing the valley and we gets ignorant
Acting belligerent on the daily
Hoping that somebody can save me
But I guess I'm dead wrong all by myself
Fuck
F/ Sen Dog
[Verse 1]
I see them punk putos they coolin' by the lockers
Sellin' crystal to their women fine freaks turned flaca
Your lady say
Yeah, bet I get a milli' 'fore I die
Bet I get a milli' 'fore I die, huh, yeah
Bet you ain't the one when I die
Bet you ain't the one when I die
the Glock, I'm shooting till your top is missin'
Heard the cops are spinning laps, I'm in a high position
When I see them lights, I ain't even trying to stop
spell so
Get away, keep away when you see Silencer coming out to get ya
What you want to do, I got the cross-bow
Enemies are gonna die and I kill them
spell so
Get away, keep away when you see Silencer coming out to get ya
What you want to do, I got the cross-bow
Enemies are gonna die and I kill them
sushi
Dont push me I honestly dont like to exceed my own limit
When it comes to popping cuetes im like G-Eazy I have no limit
Mista Mista T-Lo G
Mista
shots stop your breathing
Bitch I'm the goat fuck yo clique and yo feelings
Yo soy el jefe
Glock 23 that's my cuete, I carry big burners no lie this shit
You wake with the moon and you die with the sun
That's why I hate when the morning comes
'Cause where have you been
Where have you been till
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (yeah)
If you live by the gun, die by the gun, yeah (Bugzy Malone)
If you live by the gun, die by
Talk to me tomorrow when I'm fresh
Right now I ain't tryna stress
If I'm fucked up again try next
Next day I'll do it
Till I die
Till I die, till I
the good die young do the bad die old? (Let me know)
I'm just trying to carry my load another good nigga livin' by the bad guy code
Lookin' for the Lord
No dis ain't new I been down wit da trece
Try n rob me you know I got da cuete
13 bitch do it big like a jefe
Beam at yo noggin it's gone knock yo ass
and you can suck it
I love it when a bitch trips in front of me
Girl don't be frontin' me
Let me see how bad you are
Let me see how far you can take it down
you with them dogs in that mosh pit
I ain't fuck around when it comes to fetty yah
Most the homies come around since fetty yah
Started plotting on my
'll walk dem golden stairs when I die, when I die
Oh lord you know I can hardly wait
To reach that suite by and by by by
And now I see those per, per,
pull up with the cuetes
Or whip out the blade like an ese
Putting that lead on his ass like an essay
He wanna start some shit pussy boy press play
I
When I wake up no be by my power oo
Oluwa lo kuku so wa ooo
I go down on my knees and thank God ooo
Poverty die die die die poverty die die die
And I
When I wake up no be by my power oo
Oluwa lo kuku so wa ooo
I go down on my knees and thank God ooo
Poverty die die die die poverty die die die
And I
she belongs to me
She uses cuetes before she fights
I'm losing patience I'm losing time
I want to live I want to fly
My bitch is death she's taken
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