Lyrics:
needa give a disclaimer like that nowadays
And peep the lyricism too, y'all sleepin' on it
Like the pressure rose
I'm the next to blow
I ain't ever gon'
the different yous
Four page letters in addition to
Have you ever loved somebody used to get the party poppin
We used to party a lot, we used to be in
the different yous
Four page letters in addition to
Have you ever loved somebody used to get the party poppin
We used to party a lot, we used to be in
What is going on and it's Michelle LA's 97-01
Radio is what you're listening to first
Thing I walk in the door and right
Behind me here he is Kanye
Started paying the rent by slangin'
Phat ass coca rocks
Now shes 23 her four kids all alone
And loc'ed out
And plus shes all smoked out, the base face
You
Chain Saw Massacre
Kill fast with the Ak-four 7
(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five
Call it Pac's
that's why we walk with our guns
'Cause those without guns get killed by guns
?? the one that will kill you son
It's the same where ever we from, it's
Child growing into 20's
Many feelings to never, ever be spoken
Plus I was not observant enough to see if someone was into me
Could be loves?
Wouldn't
actually seems
Yeah
You privileged 'cause there's children out there dying there alone
That some third world problems that you'll never ever know
La
What I want you to do is count to ten
Nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two
On one, you will be asleep - one
I'm a blunt gettin smoked
by bright lights and uniforms
I'm pissed off, I'm shouting at the cops at nude in 4
Jumping up and down, yelling "What the fuck you do that for?"
(What
chicken, now I'm worth a quarter ticket
Put a quarter in my baccies, give a quarter to my bitches
Ever since a quarter century, I been rakin' up the digits
life
You need a baller, I'm a baller your type
You need a playa, that's what I is fo' life
[Lil' Flip]
24's on the coupe when I roll by, four guns on my
the bullets start bustin'
First crime, we came with Mystic Stylez on grime
You slip, I live by my rep don't fuck with mine
Da end, the souls of men
sounds like
It was done by Dave Pensado
I'm a Legend at this as far as I know Russ
Was the only one to ever do anything like this
With the difference that
worldwide
From Portland, Oregon L.A. to the N.Y.
I'm bout to crash in your door, unload the double four
Then stash it, then we blasted all we saw
Never ever been on my level
Fuck with Fred you face to face with the devil
Raise hell to raise my funds up
Bitch I was raised in the ghetto
Pedal
and raptured with her presence
Observing the prettiest and most intelligent person
I've ever witnessed be ignored with willful malice and derision by those
trippin
They don't ever let it go
I'm just running through LA with my mind on my bag like uh
I ain't never seen someone fine like you
Rolling I be
by you're not by my side
I'm left sleep deprived thoughts of suicide
If I'm ever going call me Tony
Pull you closer say you're mine
Baby one of a kind
you ever be afraid to dream
So to all the people who believe
I swear I will do all I can
Cause truth is
I don't wanna be here by the time I'm 18
I
Stole a space shuttle so I can do a drive-by on the whole planet
Damnit, who wanna flex?
[Chorus 4X]
"Who wanna flex wit' this Killa
Cap peela, dopeman,
fast with the Ak-four 7
(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a mutha fuckin
Things get heated, I turn to Jimmy and I clutch it
Need you by my side, is you down to ride, is you gone be (my ride or die)
Even when we fight, I can't
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