Lyrics:
at your engineer:
A Japanese guy with glasses on with straight leg jeans and a beer
Got you on Hit Factory with four groupies with acne
Thinking you
me, crazy
So I live by two words, "Fuck you, pay me"
Screaming, "Jesus, save me"
You know how the game be, I can't let 'em change me
'Cause
Bitch we Wop4Eva
Play wit us
We send shots through your sweater bitch
SCR
Ayy look
Wop4Eva jump out boys
Will fap him down just like he Tony
They
em'
Back to Benning Road
Strippa bitches in my kitchen with
The semi's on the floor
All I know I want him dead by tonight
With his head in his lap
something they’ll remember
Before they crown us kings, rest in peace young simba
We have come this far by faith, leaning on the Lord
But now you got to get
I can take you all around the world
Planes, trains, automobiles
Bentley or a Range, chromed-out wheels
First class ticket, G-4, you that deal
For
album
Then I perfected these songs in four months this is my life
And I want you to know that I live by the pen and I'll die with the pen and the pad
I am
I was a gook
But how this gook, ended up surpassing you?
Why you looking confused?
Made a hard album so what can you do?
I'm the Gook Runner
In today's music news, the ever controversial Tupac Shakur has
Just released another album under the alias Makaveli
Music insiders are running wild
runner
I been going crazy on the beat for like two summers
And my city it done caught more bodies than Fort Sumter
I got three cookies in two og's and four
road runner im a get it by anyways
Better know the road get risky
Never leave without my blinky
It get busy it get iffy
If the police try to flick me
a while, you know, he got it
By his second album
He wrote three songs on the first album
And wrote four on the Thriller
snatched
I can do it by myself, I go do it by myself
You won't do it by yo' self, put a nigga on a shelf
Put a nigga on a rack
It ain't nun to go
[Swizz beatz]
Let's get it started, get it started
Let's keep it started, keep it started
Yeah, yeah, violator the album
Go, go, go!!
[l
no drive-by's
We walked over
COB bandana tied to the end of the AR
Iller than they are, rhymes so sick
Give 'em the day off
This is the chaos, Nicolas
Yeah, by the hours, it will go (go)
We got loud and we got powder, call it flowers and the snow (snow)
If he ain't the gang, I won't allow him
your title is seven
Takin' out your four man crew makes eleven
By the twelfth well I'll go for self
Rockin' New York like no one else
You can
closer
Show-stopper like album closers
Pedal exposure into deals and nondisclosures
Amount the totals, growing older made me anti-social
Cook up with
a runner It's a sin amongst brothers who survive the
Come up When the opps tryna run up, daily I wonder
When the earth ripped with thunder, will God call my
a thing of beauty
Sellin seltzer by the can bitches think it's trulys
Forty acres and a mule, we got trauma and movies
And label executives on my line just
that yoppa by the bed nigga french toast
Black Phantom out front nigga space ghost
Word on the street you looking for 4 and a heezy
Just pull up in
I send two niggas back up top, and come back
We chop up rock, by midnight, we open up shop
It's four in the mornin', we on the block creepin'
helped me cop my first GSX-are
Had the four-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3
Used to drive his truck through the hood draggin jet skis
From Gerald Wallace
nigga gone go for sure
I don't trust dese whores
Dey cheat on most ah Dey niggas 4 sure
Go getchu sum money starting drama
U niggas be bored
Live by da
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