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of washed-up jealous-ass punks though
Quit bullshitting 'Pac, flip the funk mode
Makaveli rise, all you niggas die when I come
I'll do some fly shit and be done
you just don't see me in that light
But when I get to showing off, touching you in private
I can tell that you won't fight it, yeah, oh
My homies
and write this song
For you to think Im dissing you
When you enlisted
I started missing you
Got in the streets
And did the shit you used to do
And to my
to fiends now
Niggas I looked up to turned to D’s
And they taking sneaky pictures when u look up don’t say cheese
Cause we pull up and pull out
We jump in
up with an army just me c'mon let's go
You don't wanna fuck with me oh no oh no
Catch a couple bodies down 3 to start the show
Catch a couple thotties
snitching on me (I got em)
Told my mom im evil
Bitches acting phony (Bitches acting phony)
No dont show no love
Because im by my lonely (because im by my
back, tracing my memories
I guess I thought that somehow it would better me
That's when I realized, I never liked being touched
By my friends or by guys,
the homies blackstreet and teddy
The original rump shakers
Shorty get down, good lord
Baby got 'em up open all over town
Strictly biz, she don't play around
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that motherfucker with the sticks on us
Cash fallin' out my pants cause it sticks
Congratulations to you for another day
Got a lot of love for you go and get your pay
Better go show them your worth
Better go show them your worth
or me, champagne, Hennessy
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a ho need
Puff some mo'
or me, champagne, Hennessy
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a ho need
Puff some mo'
so-called rappers need to go call
Ghostbusters to shoot busters I'm Casper when I go off
I show up, to show out and show off
You a hundred percent behind me
broke up on a crush
That's what happens when shooters choke up in the clutch
We gonna body you, and have to hook your wife to an I.V. too
Put both
on the lawn, there ain't nothin' wrong
Fall turn to winter, winners take it all, wakin' up at dawn
Just so we can ball, yeah
You show me love (show me love)
My homies poppin' eddies and they countin' up the fetty
Hittin' up the Denny's with my brothers and they get it, by any means
Necessary I'm very into
Don't think you want it but run up and nigga we'll see
Man I'm off the lean catch me with the sprite
Catch me with a bad bitch by the end of night
When
I'd rather show love to a dog
Zoey came in when life was crazy
Mentally I was fighting battles
Smile for the homies
Smile for camera
Closing my eyes
up ya homies
Fuck lemme call em too
And now you rock it by the lonley
Foney
We got the beef
Foldin deep
Like baloneys
Ill put you inna box
Inna ground
walls
I'm just
On my own
Need no sip for the flow
Please don't hit up my phone
Or show up at my home
Dnd do the most
You envy me I know
So please leave me
and the OG's
And the lil homies, and the YG's
This is for the men I look up to
And all the struggles that the men had to go through
For every man that's ever
a walking shadow at the show
Sending shivers down your spine like a deep dark winter snow
I'd like to talk imaginary value, and profiteering off false
slick and get stuck
But don't play tough boy, go and get it up
Hey yo Cube, tell me this
Why half of the homies gettin' worked by a bitch?
Then they
(Only time will tell nigga
when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)
(Only time will tell nigga
when we die go to heaven or hell nigga)
(Only time
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