Lyrics:
man
Yo stig
None ah Unu ah badman (x2)
Verse 1 :
First of all perf only catch rape case
Come pan news with ih shame face
And the Likkle doe doe
man you’re still in the cot
And you ain’t at the top, it would pay you to listen when Outmatched
Outdone by this man on a mission
After just two rounds
should
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in
But ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin'
should
I'm stackin' and mackin' and packin' a ten so
When you're slippin', I slip the clip in
But ain't no set trippin'
'Cause it's Death Row, rollin'
I ain't got no trust
Nigga like A.B., tryna get his shit up out the mud
I was just fucked up, nigga, I was just poppin' da xans
Nigga was just poppin'
a real song I'll get haters
Ain't that how it works to sign the papers?
I'll figure it out.
So shame on me
I can't be anybody
When I play, will they say?
dat I fucks wit
Datll love to come in n drop dis country shit
Other dan dat ina one man band
Born alone by myself so here alone I stand
I ain't gon lie
yours by force!
I make boys trust
I'm sick mehn
Get me Dr oZ I drop 2 bars
Make your best pause
Wo tan me dea nigga your own loss
Wo b3 y3 saa nso 3nfa
Mo
Now dis is di traveling way
Traveling Style
My God is a
Song by daddy U Roy
Say love is not a gamble
Your love aint got no joy
Hey
Come shake yuh leg
[twista]
Once again, another trax productions
Rush for the 9-8, mobsta elites
Ain't it a shame how we make ballin' look so sweet
Especially when
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 2-(master p)
Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel
The way we live is a shame, I can't hide this pain. (x2)
(master p chorus x4)
Verse 2-(master p)
Ughhh! lord the world ain't the same, from the cradel
Gunchesta got a city Full of barrettas
They live by da sword
Mad man's vendetta
(X2)
Verse 2
If you live by da sword then you die by da sword
It don't
along
Niggaz in dey feelings like peezy said
Niggaz need a loan
Speak highly when u talk bout da gang
Bxtch iss Doubted shit
Hate that we ain't ina same
sellin) w no boat
Biddies b shopping in soho Dey needa Shlop up dem kids infant no hope
Shout out my kids ain’t had no hope shawty ain’t care fa da kid
you can tell by my eyes
No mistaken , how bad i want it , i can’t let it go by
Ain’t no opponent that’s alive , that can beat me down no
It ain’t no
games
I ain't got no diamond rings
No bling, bling, no minks
No 2 earrings
No pimp glasses mugs
Or cups and things
Or whatever the hell they be
Carryin
wel ida3a.
Wach hbet wach fraha
Khoroj 3aynih da 3aha
Jat 7daya a nsaha
You gonn keep playing with me, ima put u in a verse
And fuck your bitch
ain't changing up, so please don't play with us
Ina the field you better watch who you trust Don't get backdoor by the ones you love
Same homies that you
bodied ina bag waitin on my sentence
I just got started aint no way that I'm finished
Told you this the beginning, flow sick like COVID, the illest
Locked
Ok now we ina whip
With two blicks some magnificent shit
We cruising niggas no not to trip
But again I'm not ducking bitch
Opp loaf this the right day
mama, please tell her I said, "Say something"
I'm startin' to believe ain't no such thing as Heaven's trumpets
No after-over, this is it, done
If
[2Pac]
Oh shit, caught that nigga alone
Ain't that a bitch
Hey, uh, this one here is, uhh
For them niggaz that be Johnny Dangerous when they be
Flyin it all I don't need no text
This ain't a flex Lv on da chest
All this weight I ain't doin no reps
No games like kalooki
Hop out this hoopty
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