Lyrics:
that?
Why did it have to happen?
I'm tired of being peaceful!
I have lost three brothers to this sir, three!
This is not alright, I'm hurt!
I'm angry, I'm
leave for like three months and six days
Never stick around to see shit change
Get lil' updates, texts in my inboxes have been poppin'
Seasons go by
My mother came to Hazard when I was just seven
Even then the folks in town said with prejudiced eyes, that boy's not right
Three years ago when I
Homie picked me up
We got pulled over by the police
He gets out the car and start dumping
I ran
I mean, what
Uh, uh, uh, shit
See, I feel everything,
(come on, come on, come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from
In New York (ayy, ah-ha) (uh, yeah)
Concrete jungle (yeah) where dreams
Lamar, Hail Mary and marijuana, times is hard
Pray with the hooligans, shadows all in the dark
Fellowship with demons and relatives, I'm a star
Life is
she was pregnant for the Filipino, they were very angry and she was kicked out of the house and everything seemed to turn around (for the worst) really
right brief
I'ma nut in that bitch eye so my future she sees
Ayy, fill my pocket, yeah, with that blue cheese
You could pour a two, pour a three
the three-o-to-four pound
Hit a nigga dead in his wig - FUCK IT!!
It's the National Pass Time, it's blast time - club's out
Niggas break ill, pop-drunks get
here
[Master P]
Holla bloody mary lookin' eyes of the demon
when you see a thug like a G screamin'
I smoke green with the reaper
I'm from the ghetto
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
The commander-in-chief just flew by
Did he stop? No, he had a couple seats
Just proved jet blue he's not
Jet blew by the spot
What if he ran out of jet fuel and just
c Bm F#m
Wally the werewolf loves the blue ones
Em7 c
Still the nigga that's on demand
Love em bitches that love em bitches
Can't deny that's how the story goes
24/7 she on my soul
Shawtie came in looking
how I deal with the pain
I never pop pills no more
But me and Gang smoke back-to-back every day, Mary Jane
Niggas be hatin' on me, I know how that be
Palumbo, Road House & the album got you by the throat
Over the ropes, choke, no hope
Just toke like a chief does
I been dealing with these childish angry
It's 7:15 and I find you're gone
By 10 to 11 you text
Telling me you're done
3pm I'm pulling up
Outside your house
Guess I can't let you go (no)
Not
Hot!!! Threw up the finger Bailiff grab Him by the wrist, Boy I'll change your demeanor, Then He Spit up in his face, and the homie threw a Bo. The next
scary times
Teary eyes blurry in the mind
Confused in my thoughts
Had me delirious and blind
I was the oldest of 3
Before 2 more was born
Dysfunction in
I'm angry I don't get the love that I deserve
The flames are eating up my heart so I preserve
Torn by trauma, I gotta patch me up
Erase me into nothing
3 cups of hen and I'm on one
Came with one bitch but want all of 'em
Let's ball or somthin'
(Shit, what they lip read?)
My dick and balls or somethin'
spittin' like a preacher
Seven go for three when you turn it into tincture
I dont say much but im a really big thinker
Never show my hand i dont even use
away
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Woke up under a blue, blue sky
No more problems, no reason to cry
No more questions except for when
constantly puttin' one in the head
Now we got choppas with lasers and beams
We three seven five, 1017
Wop came and got me, this shit ain't no dream
Big
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