Lyrics:
niggas
Ian worried bout no bitch holding me down cuz im up nigga
I roll these dice I take a chance I try my luck wit em
You play fake crazy wit them niggas
With your hands out looking up to me
Like you want something free
When my last CD was out, you wasn't bumping me
But now that I got this little
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
Elliott shit (Shit)
As you sit by the radio, hands on the dial tone
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Jump when you hear them speakers left it off (Off)
girls tryin to make me buy CD's
Soft jazz and homo R&B
I ain't payin for that Allure shit
Walkin by Bloomingdales before you see me put the pep in
to feature a rap artist
But most of the rappers
They don't like to rap about politics man
They only want to rap about cars
Girls, alcohol you know
And we
man, shit, take it from me
You better off to get drunk on a Pepsi
Up, that's a beep, might be a freak (Hey lemme roll with your phone?)
I ain't taking
like, glah, glah, glah
Dri-drive-by ootin' from deep
Pole jam up, he get beat 'til he bleed
And we not gon' stop til' he sleep
Hang out the V like "It's
me.
Weed keeps me at ease.
Take notes, oh no,
'cause here it comes.
That murder mo comin
' to carry you, oh, you, oh. (...?...)
when they pullin' they
now
Lost my boy Thompson in Jaxtown
Most them boys aren't coming back now
Thoughts of his daughter, coughing up water
Still see him hunched on my lap
by a Mack truck
And don't come around forty and front and get tapped up
Cracked up, can't wait 'till this album is wrapped up
I'mma take you
your fuckin' head
Cause that's the situation that's given
I'm livin' up to the top 'cause this is my only shot
To go and murder these beats, whether you
niggaz only goddam free
If you fronting, get put to sleep
Infrared beam over your skull
Give me the shit - I won't kill your girl
Fuck that bitch
and cd's
You've seen Star Wars even more
Times than me
Like me, you find summer a bummer
You've been bummed since the finale of
Six Feet Under
Another
gon lie it sound rehearsed
Issy that's my twin for real they catch me lacking he gon lurk
Bro gon pull up, hop out, lay you on the ground and get you
I'ma run up them M's 'cause it's God's will
How you gon' check me?
She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me
She wanna sex me (yeah)
I had the block
call me a citizen
Mo' like the overlord
Coming over by the time that you coming we over board, sailing the ocean
Thick thighs get the oil
No really
I'm
with me
Is you crazy?
Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at?
Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at?
Oh, them niggas actin' up
on Klay Thompson
Tryna play with DAMI, leave your ass up in the coffin
If you stressin' smoke, nigga, we could really get it in
Bitch, don't hit my phone
Been on the side of the road
hopin you'll drive by
That your presence will hit me in the chest
Then you can lay me to rest
This love can only save me
Go
federal
Ensure to take you pussys out like 1800 general My vocals like an Infrared
Aim for the head and hide your body like subliminals
I only hang with
the rules in my hood
If you touch me you get murked
We ain't with that back and forth, it ain't no rap, we hittin' first
G-5, we be at LIV by Sunday when
skull
Became an animal
It's time to take control
Become alpha of my soul
Got me running from the yin twins
I've been running from the yin twins
Dancing
Same nigga from back then, I never folded up If they callin' me to win, you know I showed
Up And don't be callin' me your friend I don't know ya, no no
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