Lyrics:
up here with me
Robe skinny jeans or shorts I'm still prissy
I can't death drop but that walk I'm gonna sissy
Light a couple candles 'cause I'm feeling
I'm back up like I never left
I'm Calculated with wisdom that's how I take my steps
Got 50 cents the way I'm steady dodgin' this death
With what I
let's do it
Let's turn up
I own my own team
And you just a player
Eyes on the prize
And that's why you stare
Married to money
You just an affair
Death is
Maniac Beast
Obliterated Brain Set to Murder!
Malice Attitude
Thirst for Blood of Dread!
Aggressive Episode
Violent Nature Overflows his Head!
Drunk
Death row, death row
I'm a bitch cutthroat
Gut that hoe in SoHo
Time to call the popo
I be flaunting on the scene
Bloody stains on my tee
I be
a rhyme until there's no rhymes left
I hurry up because the cut'll make 'em bleed to death
But he's kickin' it, 'cause it ain't no half steppin'
fiery attitude
Claimin' I boast and smoke
And sometimes sing the blues
I twang metal and settle
Try to never back pedal
From the power some got
a rhyme until there's no rhymes left
I hurry up because the cut'll make 'em bleed to death
But he's kickin' it, 'cause it ain't no half steppin'
On the strength, I'ma tell you the deal
I got nothin' to lose
'Cause I'm goin' for the steel
You know I caught a C-O
Fallin' asleep on death row
I grabbed his
celebrate
the world's fuckedest cunt
he's out of breath
he's nearing death
he's had his best
the world's fuckedest cunt
Silly mood
bad attitude
likes to get
some people love me to death and there's some that can't stand me
Cause I got a big-ass crib in Miami (what else?)
Another out in Cali, backyard so sandy
cleaner,
change is what I had to do,
I used to be a ruthless nigga with a attitude,
made a lotta doe, then got senses to life on death row,
I won my appeal,
in my way
I'm just a hood nigga I ain't never had shit
Just a bad attitude and a bad bitch
Duffle back full of tools and a half brick
30, 40, 50
pieces
It just increases
I'm hit wit anger like a cooked tit wit hot greases
So if you understood my attitude
Maybe you feel what I'm feeling
And then
I been told that Lil Kim think she hot
She not
Better get that attitude adjusted 'fore
I mash your spot
Plus now Da Brat's trippin'
Must want an ass
the life, we live it not to die
But
Death is spread out like Tik in the mother
City, though she was my step my mother, she
Embraced me like her sons blood
you)
Don't fuck with me (I told you)
Don't fuck with me (I told you)
"Fuck you" attitude you know what I wanna do
Light it up red, white and blue
Do I
you hip hop niggas
Everybody goal is to get Doc figures
Took Aftermath to a whole 'nother level
And buried the remains of Death
Row with a shovel
Made
And I know she'll be the death of me
At least we'll both be numb
And she'll always get the best of me
The worst is yet to come
All the misery was
hate a pusher, I said I hate a booger
A snotty attitude, she laughed, I purple haze and kushed her
My charm captured her, she havin' man trouble
I'm
deathless
Never turn your back to God
Nothing counts more than blood
Fouled up beyond all recognition
Slashed the pain to a higher position
Death will never
it well.
In death he'd finally be free,
Could this be what it seems to be?
As this Prince enters his first few years,
A menagerie known as his friends
sleep with the enemy and I hug blocks
Birthed me in the drug spot, nigga with a attitude
Searching me is fuck cops, nigga pay your gratitude
Before you
yea that still my attitude
And boy them clips so long we just call em latitude
When I talk that shit them dope boys go crazy
One thing you never seen
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