Lyrics:
Baby, you gotta chill
Sit up on me and take a pill
Run up a hundred mil
Times it by 2 make a hundred trill
Flowing got all the skill
You might be
Y'know how we swing this shit, look
[Verse One: 2Pac]
By age sixteen I sold to dopefiends
Not yet a drug dealer, but I watched 'em closely
Until they
it's so sad
She was betrayed by another soul
In the tale of two
The man who held the heart of her's
Was not in any shape or form, a good lover
She had
I got some killers so don't push me
Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waitin' by your door step hot in the bullshit
If it comes down to it ain't no thang
get rid of kids, now that's ill
The top of your head can fly of the top of convertibles
Ain't gon' really take no time to come through and murder you
I
your elevator go up? (Nope) You ain't rap too tight
Right, you can tell me, G-H to O-S-T
Two hundred Bees'll get you killed by coke head Skeet
This is
by going dancing
Civilization is collapsing
Let's celebrate by going dancing
Tomorrow is not getting better
Because capitalism is murder
The government
and chiefing reefer for two days
Running from the law, living how I'm living, fuck 'em all
Bumping Triple Six
Hennessy in my cup, driving through the sticks
Who
From a young teen, a murder team, inspired by crime
See Allah Just granted permission for my position
Sit down, write rhymes, escaping this repetitive
Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block, two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains
two bones and two phones in each rover
We all relaxed and any beef we over-reactin
Peace to lorey actins, but I get buck wild like corey jackson
Playin'
the butcher knife end up on your backside and joox you
[VERSE 2]
I spit in the motherfuckin' face of Vietnam cripples
I torture you by electrocutin' you
Song Ttile: MLK
Lyrics By: Brian Belfast Ward, Najahsi, steve e ross
Music By: Brian Belfast Ward
Intro:
There's a little song
That
unless
You give them a reason to
2017, Sincerely Yours was a murder
Probably album of the year
But who cares when nobody heard
It's getting crazy out here
DNA
I got Captain Crunch and Magic Dust inside my DNA
I don't do massive drugs, don't gas me up
Look, I got, I got, I got, I got
Murder all on my
mean
This a mother fucking murder, I'ma make you bleed
Killing niggas, Michael Myers, this ain't Halloween
This too easy nigga, this a fucking layup
You
One, two, three, four, everybody know in my hood
I'm smokin' on fifty-six
They say, Baby Fifth ass was runnin'
On my mama, his ass couldn't jump that
bodies two by two, ha
Time to head home, baby, what that sex 'bout? (Okay)
Have your head on, baby, lose that cell phone (Okay)
We fuck to fly, she let
matching like Santa
If I could just reach my hammer
He bust two shots, I played mice
Ran to the spot were the sun was at, quickly he was blinded by the ice
know how we rockin'
All through the cold nights, by the pole light I'm grippin' my shotty
He made a diss 'bout my lil' brother
I thought that you blue
rolling with the best
Real talk, real talk
I'm the baddest, I believe it, I stay winning
Forget about the rest
Real talk, real talk
I go by the opposite
she's gonna get
I'll bust every play, every juug, every lick
And I'm ridin' 'round the bay puffin cook
Tryna dodge twelve crackers fruity by the foot
the murder
With Minds of murder on his home
I was only 6 years old caring for a 2 year old
Tell me why the fuck my momma leave us went to drinking bro
Bodies
Three two one Riddy
Product of rap at its peak back when motherfuckers out there rappin on the streets
I don't really do this shit for clout not what
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