Lyrics:
All these mother fuckers runnin up on me like they don't even know
Talkin shit on my flow
Runnin low on ammo
Who's to say Who's to know
Grab em by
we get the max
Or covered with a sheet
I can tell if you real
By the company you keep
How your handshake feel and by
How comfortable you speak
I'll be
hate to do
Livin' in the city, where the G's die young
And the niggas be heartless so I'm that trigger black
Peel a cap, make a slug come at your rack
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
the butt
Ridin' by the see me sitting in the trunk
Niggas say they coming threw but
They see me strapped up, what
Nigga runnin' in your house
For the brown
think you're lonely now)
I'll be long gone
(Wait until tonight, girl)
And you'll find another man that'll treat you right
(If you think you're
think you're lonely now)
I'll be long gone
(Wait until tonight, girl)
And you'll find another man that'll treat you right
(If you think you're
Ol' forgiver
You're a true life giver
When I'm cold
Warm me when I shiver
Ol' forgiver
When I'm runnin' you down
Now ain't you the clown
I'm
I'm tired of runnin' round to get you by my side,
I'll call the driver, pick up the pace now
(Pedal to the motherfuckin' metal man cmon)
And I don't
the light.
But who are we, to mould these minds,
Your crystal's gone and your heart's on the line.
I'll sit with you, by this firelight,
‘till our hopes come
Well he stands about yay big
With a grin from ear to ear
And when he comes runnin' at me
I cower in abject fear
Cause he kicks me in the shins
recognized by every eye worldwide
Back to the streets of the do or die hustler
I understand politics consistent, never quit
Super star write hits
Come have
to me and I'll dust her
Pops got the LP phat, track on hit
Laid by the motherfuckin' Bobcat
Ninety-three suckas want me to go out
Throw the ho out,
and destruction
Got niggas livin by the gun
So make way here I come, its da bitch that
Don't give a fuck
You make another move ya get fucked up
'cause
city
You said don’t come, cuz right here is nothing but the blood and the gore
You said don’t come, cuz no one in the world by your side anymore
But I’m
Boy I want to impregnate?
Dr. Dre said Slim Shady you a cutie (Uh huh)
I'll give you a deal let me up in that booty (OK!)
Well since age 12 I felt like
get out a here alive, to the good book I'll abide
No more huntin' on the Sabbath day, come Sunday I'm headin' to the church to pray
Up to the heavens
alone, the ass had us both in the zone
But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes
I know the jewels, no time for them thoughts, too much
No matter where I am
No matter where I've been
I'll always be chasing that same horizon
Put the drink down and
Put the pills away
Cause there comes
the ass is fat like a acre
Come to the spot and we lay up
And I'll cream that pussy like mayos
Ever since I got my cake up
I been runnin' these bitches
You got my heart, you got my soul
I'll be alright when I come loose
Our souls are tied,
Our souls are tied
All on my mind, tryna let go
But I can't
I love you more
If there's hoes up by my side, I'll
kick out all those dirty whores
Yeah, I ain't fuckin' with hoes, cause you better
Let me shoot,
like an anvil
I’m a come down on the top of your head and I’ll hurt you
In public I stay in my shell like a Squirtle
I think about death and I yell,
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