Lyrics:
First things I gotta cross off notice
Ain't nobody cutting me off to get shit done
Ain't gonna fuck around the set up
Why I gotta leave? The reason for
as a jit I was class clown
Ain't no joke only joke when you broke and you missing out
I ain't missing out, hoes they treat me like Stevie they ain't wanna
fuckin around.
The posse's rollin tonight, nigga are you down?"
I grabbed my AK, my 16, and my baby Mac
Strapped on my vest, and threw the 9 in
on pork
Kurupt the world's fetish
They feen and scratch
I'm multiplied by twenty thousand
Fiends and crack
You add me to music and the fiends react
you can get faked
Out by the bitch that you feelin'
'Cause you thought that she was an angel
That bitch ain't no angel, I treat her halo like
You're supposed to ride by my side
We were goals
That's why I'm always missing missing missing missing missing
Missing out on you
Missing missing
Missing
love you
Ahh! I'ma groupie for life, about nine wife
All the babies are mine, save a child life
No more doctors deliverin my babies
number 9, verse 32
Only speaks about BROOKLYN ZOO
That a true nigga shall come through
No-one is available to be compatible
This is chamber
By 8, I already told you to wait
9pm and we flooded with hate
By 10, 11, and 12, you already know how we doing
You don't need to say it now
You making
[Chorus]
As days go by
I'm missing you baby
Patiently waiting
For you
To hold you
To thrill you
To feel you
Tender kisses
Give you the love
Look look listen
I'm from a jungle with a forest of affiliations
Next generation fascinated by that life we shapin'
It's hard to make it out this
want the fame but money is the thing I need hoe
Fuck with me and you gone end up missing like you Nemo
Bitch we got them guns yeah we strapped up like
these buildings
Ain't catching no feelings
The pain just started healin'
I'm riding thru the city im the only thing that's missing
Backwoods started
shanked and spanked and alley-ooped
I admire true niggas like Dre and Snoop
Chamber number 9, verse 32
Only speaks about Brooklyn Zoo
That a true
sell drugs do we rap
Getting money only thing I be on iain missing that
And it's fuck all these hoes they ain't nothin but trap yeah
Aye talk to god
It was post to be love
Now sitting here with her while I'm missing your touch
Always question everything, how you fucked up the trust
I really
I've been missing you
I've been missing you
Things get savage when we're wasted
'Say we're better off as friends
But lines get blurred
to their fate. One by one they
were thrown into the assimilation chamber where a
blinding blue spark gave evidence of their demise.
With each burst
to stay calm
You have the right to remain silent
Cool with the roughness, I ain't violent
Reached for his nine mil, partner started smiling
Shut up
a born, knawmean?
Soaked in degrees of knowledge, polished by sun rays
Carving by nine swordsmen to a needle point of perfection
It's a blessing
missing
Any nigga gettin' money I salute ya
I salute ya
Young nigga in a Bimmer coupé with a lot
Of money and a lot of booze
Young nigga getting plenty
the only thing I've been getting last 10 years
So broadcast this
Let me guide you, kids
You ain' getting anywhere in life without a rifle with
Full chamber
to the time?'
Life can pass you buy, just watch how fast it flies
Nineteen eighty-nine's when I started mine, now I'm like 'what happened to the time?'
By
miss a good thing 'til it leaves you
And finally, I realize that I need you
I want you back
Baby girl, I need you back
Gotta have you back, babe
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