Lyrics:
a kiss
Tell her you'll be home soon
Come to the gate when I pull up on the drive
I don't care if it's rainin' or not
We get chased by feds
Everybody in
runnin' through my veins at night (yeah)
Not just business I got calls runnin' through by several pipes
I said fuck a witness I might kill 'em all tonight
Big A, little A, bouncing be
The system might have got you but it won't get me
1, 2, 3, 4
External control are you gonna let them get you?
screaming free all of my niggas
That's locked by them chains and thangs
Came up inda slums making bangs and thangs
Might have to get low
Mel with me that boy
2 am Christmas eve
The night's winding down
New year, clean slate
Coming around
Did my best to be good
Hope I made the cut
There's one thing I
that shit
Now go head', put that bitch to work, Make her see a pound flip
The police passin' by the block, make em' get the fuck from Round here
I got
who's real and gives you love
You'll see that in time the newsreel with immigrants might come to leave you passive
Where you feel nothing but calm
Calm
Three Thou', poster child for big dick niggas raised by their mothers
I'm supposed to smile as if God knew that I would be troubled
Keeps me around, for
from down block
Loco just took five shots, I'm high watchin' Seinfeld
Finessin', sell you anything to make a profit
We finessin', they might be
a three year extended warranty
And five free oil changes
No credit, no problem
I'm beginning to feel like a black god
Black guy
The police are bringing out
the you go and talk to police
When we get pulled over it's they ain't see shit I ain't say shit so nigga it ain't shit
Got killas around they be in trouble
time it's beef then we resorting to violence
Police come around we act like we got Alzheimers
Legend in my hood I probably be a all timer
Shout out to my
to the side, just like police, I know that none of y'all could be bulletproof (hah)
Killing spree (hah, hah)
Killing spree (yeah)
Taking life to show niggas just
ain’t easy
But I had to take the challenge
They be like
Look at ya can’t get no job
Gon fail the drug test
Might as well kill and rob
But I got a bad
cause money got tall
They know B.U.G serving he getting that shit off
Bitch I stay on the paper route Feelin like dolph
We might knock off yo mans now
Xannies in my body fo' I even put one in
(yeah) feelin' on her body be like rocky
She might win (Ooh, she might win)
I know that she scared to
Either likin'
life that
I should be ashamed for
8 hour shifts in the snow, by the same store
Dope fiends bobbin there heads
With a vien tore
Walk with the steel
ya melon, down to the rind
You be fucked up, yo..
From the way I talk, no tellin what you might hear
BOODOODOODOO
The words of wisdom is like
[Freddie Foxx]
Mic check 1-2, strap it up, load the beat, cock the mic
And your rhyme better be fat, or you might have to fight
Yeah, there`s no
I be smoking out them pounds with no seeds
'Member when I was pushin' 50 keys
Ain't never like them fucked up police
What the fuck is they gon' do
(might as well keep it honest)
Don't cry, make hits (you want it, you got it)
All net, no bricks (truth or dare, just be honest)
Fuck facts, just spit
to sleep when you wake up, hear sirens thinkin' the police comin
Mama kept her mouth in my ear saying son, go and be some
Always tied to the streets, full
just doing drugs
And writing melodic rhymes
Don't sleep her love away
Trying to get one
And not get into trouble
I might just be inclined
Big A, little A, bouncing be
The system might have got you but it won't get me
1 - 2 - 3 - 4
External control are you gonna let them get you?
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