Lyrics:
what I see on the TV
That lead me to write this song
After talking to my father
But the anger in this song seem
To write it's damn self
Hell No We Ain't
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
Woo
They say like when I do that shit
I uh I go by TG if y'all ain't know
but uh if y'all ain't know by now then you missing out
the
Fire under me
The one that made me see I ain't Alone out on these streets, see me Walking by myself
But it is way more than it seems
But little do they
money out her purse
Got branded, permanent whip scars on my back
'Cause I used to get beat, with racin' car tracks
But now me got wealth, holdin'
To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat
Now, what you hear is not a test - I'm rappin' to the beat,
And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Aw yeah
Yeah the mullet and the stache is a lifestyle
If you got it then you're right by me
Everybody in my city always at my
blown), too gone (too gone)
Don't know how the hell I'm gettin' home
Hey, snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do
blown), too gone (too gone)
Don't know how the hell I'm gettin' home
Hey, snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see you do
four on the floor
He'll be dancing all night
When the beat kicks in
Hope you're holding on tight
Cos he's a Payne
By name, by nature
Alright?
Alright
nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
And when I'm finished,
nigga is sellin' narcotics
You'd rather see, me in the pen
Than me and Lorenzo rollin' in a Benz-o
Beat a police out of shape
And when I'm finished,
Sparda go harder
Hell nah
You can't beat that
Sparda go harder
Hell nah
You can't beat that
I'm praying there's
A better way than
Letting out bullet
involved
There's stories to tell, we been through it all, damn
Interviews are like confessions
Get the fuck up out my dressing room, confusing me with
freakin' by garbage can
The next young freak I met was Red
I took her to the house and she gave me head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in
the feds don’t know shit no I’m that far.
And then they found out I was chilling by my baby mommas house
I’m like oh naw, oh Shit, oh fuck, oh hell no this
say I'm unique
But really that ain't how I feel I'm just putting my thoughts to the beat
The devil he mad, he bring the heat
Ugh, yeah
But God he'll
Rollin' up another swisha, listenin' to the beat again
Drankin' but we concentratin', smoke another sweet again
Steadily rewindin', trying to make
breath out
Let's have a Hella of a hell of a goodnight oh
Hell of a hell of a goodnight oh
Let's have a Hella of a hell of a goodnight oh
Hell of a hell
accord
He wasn't with me when I had to hustle for all of the shit I could not afford
Nobody gave me a book to follow and find out a method to make it all
I
dont ever believe what you can not see, your not me
chorus: high in hell, high in hell, high in hell
hangin, blazed with the criminals
they sendin out
(Hell naw
But I don't give a fuck
2 deals in 2 years, a mill'
I got plenty bucks
Can't tell me shit
(Why)
'Cause snitches I don't fuck wit 'em
of Death"
Play, "Stella by Starlight" for Lady Macbeth
Don't worry, Mr. President, help's on the way
Your brothers are coming, there'll be hell to pay
choice, I chose the underground
Like me or hate me, now if you want you can rate me
My beat is by ISLAM, the cut's by the great E.
My heartbeat is
be so neat
Dance (dance) to the Euro beat
Yeah, (yeah) gonna be so cool
Twisting by the (twisting by the)
Twisting by the (twisting by the)
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