Lyrics:
We living through your dreams
Death before dishonor, cut by katana
Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana
Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna
Like
Yeah, yeah
HitREC●rd Joe
Ah!
Not one to jump the gun just for fun
But we livin' in the era where the people on the run
From the young
in my pocket and at least a grand
Gold on my knuckle, my pistol's closed in hand
I'm a Dogg Pound Gangsta from the LBC
Remotely controlled by
way I jump across the table.
Then it becomes fatal put you to sleep in a cradle,
Now you bloody and red and friends with a tomato.
Fact's on hand never
when I think back
But I only got robbed once, next week I was at the court
Shootin' jump shots with a gun, got me in between plugs
Who can I call and who
getting colder
Gas in the trunk, everybody vibin'
Gas in the trunk, everybody ridin'
Moonshine drunk uh
Gun shots, everybody hiding
Everybody riding, tents
seven
Hop up on the plane, seven, seven, seven, seven
Never been the same, I can't tell you where I'm headed
I'm the one who's different, I'm the one they
he's in the UDR
(who-ar who-ar) searching for weapons
He will go near and far (who-ar who-ar)
Up around by Cappagh
You'd never find him there
Oh
Fake friends who wanna break bread, they stretch like the latex
All of the demons inside my head, it's got my demeanor a lil dead
Smoking that dope when
fault it's P the exulted from NYC
You get extremely cut the fuck
Up by Scar thee
Who can't recognize? Do I have
To prove all the time?
And get up close
and formed
[Redman]
Drinkin a Beck's, all day I think about sex
Got the gaze to knock the "A" off your 'Virex
Who am I? D-O, my M-O is fuck P-O
Luv ta
Hey yo Queens get the Money long time no cash
I'm caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
Pull out
around us
They don't wear 'em out
Presi by the throat, your jug vein
I'ma tear it out
You ever ran into the devil?
I took this fly shit to another level
right I just see my gun
Y'all niggas was weak from the jump
Got cracking up
Haha haha ha ha ha
Got me acting up
Die anyway
I won't stop burning until you
in love and I'm movin' slow
I'm the illest out my town, and you can tell just by the flow
This the goal
We jump out and take control
We get wavy
by taking the risks
I made sure we brought that suttin'
You man are on thin ice with all that ducking
Lord almighty, I check the scoreboard nightly
a gun, go get a gun, I'll get a Cinnabun, now sit upon your fuckin' roof
I live it son, I get it done, fuck anyone
Yeah fuck anyone who ain't fuckin' with
But still shorty wild
Turned on by forty cals
Was young never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style
No wonder why I picked up triggers to beef
I
press and you know I never stress
With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West
I grew up on drive-bys
press and you know I never stress
With Loki DMS, J-Johnny to my left
Got Phantom and the rest who are down to rep the West
I grew up on drive-bys
and I'm gettin' lonely
I need another Cali-Rony who only smokes the stony
Green like green tea, I sip the Likwit
Alkaholiks in the house, y'all punks
fall like a lot have done
By accident or knife or gun
When they lay you high on the mountain still
You can call yourself king of the hill
If you gonna
I walked down past the courthouse square three blocks or maybe four
Run into my old friend there who runs a handy hardware store
I said mornin' Lon
It's like I need a place to run
And jump off buildings just for fun
Serve up my flesh before it's done
Politicians need a hand
We won't see
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