Lyrics:
remove 'em from my neck
I’d rather go to hell then die and still owe you a debt
I’d rather be dolo in the function
Then be surrounded by the artificial
snake eyes
Gettin complaints from the HOA
Dump bodies in the yard leave em DOA
Got homies in the kitchen slangin' crack cocaine
Got propane, morphine,
around asking
"Babe are you alright"
I'll miss her and I know
She'll miss me too
You're a lucky man if in the hard times
She sticks by you
So many people
I
deep
Different Worlds from the Cosby's but I still want my Rari
Pop Bottles at parties
Four Deep, Small Fleet
Still achieve large feats
Ask Nas G, Money
All right
Yo, this song came about one time when
I- I was- I was on a plane back, going back to Los Angeles
Coming from somewhere else
And I sat
the first nigga to fuck da world
Converse apparel inspired by..
Fly out the barrel five out the barrel
[Kurupt]
Just take position ammunition, convalescent
the first nigga to fuck da world
Converse apparel inspired by..
Fly out the barrel five out the barrel
[Kurupt]
Just take position ammunition, convalescent
I know there's something in the
Wake of your smile
I get a notion from the look in your eyes
Yeah you've built a love
But that love falls apart
Your
I've done so much reflecting
I forgot my reflection
I know loving from a distance
Tryna keep a connection
When you're lost can't nobody
Really give
Bitches do anything for a check
I ain't tip her, man, now she upset
Tell these hoes to get sponsored by Nike
Trust me, I know these niggas don't like me
[Ill Bill]
How can I make a clear decision in the haze of drugs?
Prostitutes & Guns
I stumble up the ladder with Sabac and Chunk
By my side when I
lot| From the Sonic to the bank by the funeral home| Main Street's rocking all night long|| (Repeat Chorus)|| (Solo)|| (Repeat Chorus)|
to bandits
Biggie saddened we abandoned them 10 Crack Commandments,
Far as blow, heavy weighted, then it levitated
Hitting opera notes till the gods serenaded,
on a holster
Chopper from Iran, bitch, I be hangin' with some soldiers
The blueface is the bread and the money machine the toaster
Ain't used to wanna crease
my shit loud at every party
Bitches get dicked down
Now they praying that they pregnant by me
On purpose, I be that nigga that you worship
Staying in
smells horrible smells
My kiss comes from a scream
My heart is going to crack in half
My gold tooth is knocked out
My baseball cap hides the truth
My
the deuce to the ten
Vinnie a carnivore y'all is arugula fem
Mecca Medina followed by Jerusalem then
I'm a gorilla from the Biblical zoo with the pen
Kool
are thinkin' they finger-lickin'
Tryin' to get the party kicking
But really they should be stinking
Crack the asphalt, while doing lyrical
And turned up before midnight
Drive-bys and fistfights
Zig zag and crack pipes
There's a fifty fifty chance
That tonight will be your last night
a reaction
My venom rips tennaments up then I'ma wreck shit
Then I'ma flip, administer hits on this next shit
Deejays collect tips from them then hit
[Forte' Speaking]
If you want it you 'gon' get it partner!
What you think it look like? Nutzbaby...
My like I ain't tell you from the jump
She wanna come to the telly, she wanna fly
She wanna live a little, she wanna party, private island
Wanna be more than fan, she bringin' all her
playin' ball, but right now
We totin' guns
Don't call a nigga phone if you
Ain't talkin' 'bout no money
Was finna hit her lil' shit from the back
It smell
hit the indo
In fo' deep we creep
It's about to be a party in a 5.0 Jeep
Nigga straight checkin the mirror
One nigga in the back had a St. Ides beer
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