Lyrics:
now, ooh, the humanity"
"Now, with the help and support of the woman I love."
"Urging the people to evacuate the city as Martians approach
get the notion
Yeah the way I run the game
You would think that this was coaching
Lookin at the situation
Well this how I'd approach it
Calm cool
to a lie
Don't approach if me you clutchin cause you prolly gon' die
I get mad for real
If you all about that bag then get that bag for real
If you all about
I'm with my woedies we from the Noya
Do not approach me we do not know ya
I'm with my soldier I got my toaster
Don't got no, Don't got no holster
I
nothin' about
Them pluggers, they want me to rap
But these niggas want me to die
So I keep a frier you cross me, you get shot
No, I can't let nothin' slide
kickin'
He be catchin' shots like goalies (Rah, rah)
Killers hang with killers, don't approach me
I say, killers hang with killers
So I'm postin' up with
My nature
Freaks flocking by my side when I pop out at night
Party favors
Double shot poured in my cup got me feeling right
Popping out for
your caps peeled
You know see
Grab ya Glocks, when you see 2Pac
Call the cops, when you see 2Pac, uhh
Who shot me, but ya punks didn't finish
Now ya
magazine, that shoot it out if I approach 'em
Drag-drag racin' in a Hellcat like a NASCAR (NAS')
We be on some motion (ha), run out, knock a fan off (ha)
stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight
stop
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop
And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot, come on
I met this girl when I was ten years old
And what
stop
A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop
And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot, come on
I met this girl when I was ten years old
And what
one night
Put a shot ina your face
You must get the point
Catch you pon guard
Wah you
Put up a fight
We a tek weh bwoy gun
And kill dem wid ie
A noh nun
Saying it once not saying it again
Y'all niggas, not smoking on
On Bro
If I approach him, bet I make em fold
Can't trust no rat
That nigga told
You
nonchalant , can't a lot of people approach me
And I remember them hard times, it was nobody but me
And I was toting on a nine when I was only thirteen
I'm in Gotham city in a bat mobile
Even though it crazy
Niggas don't talk like swayze
When I shoot my shot it's swoosh don't play me
We on that block
with a whole new approach that lead a whole team of niggas
Y'all should know I only ball like a coach, now
Check out the light fixture, freak lines
shots, call it Don Julio
But they don't really see me though
But they don't really see me though
All night, life like a video
Prime time, something like
Oou
Look, coast to coast my approach to the quotes ain't the most grandiose
But to commodes, I'm still the hot caca
Top shottas and Glock poppers,
Ah, Oss
Mr Melita
Said they sliding on the block
Like nah that must be impossible
Said he shot like one opp
Like why you didn't go and shot them all
Stevie stay with me, he strapped with no holster
Elliot diamonds, I just keep it kosher (kosher)
I keep it on me, watch how you approach me (approach
stained all my Guess farmer's, colored enormous
I hopped up, outta my bed holdin my head
Flashbacks of gun shots shot past my head
I can recall an eight
bust a shot up in the beacon
Catch me in the corner not speaking
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. Rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli,
bust a shot up in the beacon
Catch me in the corner not speaking
Crushed out heavenly, U.G. Rock the sweet daddy long fox minks
Chicken and broccoli,
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