Lyrics:
homicide's my lullaby
Hang with the homies and learned to kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin, just let me
pain
I can get you John Doe by a no name
Catch him at the Chinese store
Pulled two sticks on him, we eatin' Lo Mein
Nah nigga, Smack can't hear
(hair)
impossible
For the weak at last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin' you, watchin' me
Throwin' rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young g we
lullaby
Hang with the homies and learned to
Kick it until we die
Boss players you wonder why
I live the life of a ghetto kingpin
Just let me ride
Bitches
Live by the gun die by the same shit you bust
Fly bitches with waves from DC to Cali
Rally and tally up my dough
For the grand finale
Grapevines
you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from
like a billy goat
Bullets kiss
You like you by a mistletoe
Barrel whistle
Like the Andy Griffith show
When I was young to me be careful what I
Controlling Los Angeles like we own it
Don’t be fooled by the lights
Never seen Paradise more like a pair of dice
Shit, I’m gambling my life away
Hustling,
ass to home to your baby boo
She cool, as long as you get there by eight
Bring some money home, and don't be late
Not me, you see me all around
I love
you get plugged here, that's just impossible
for the weak to last now behold the unstoppable
Third eye watchin you, watchin me
Throwin rocks from
the adrenaline
Yo we killin 'em, with beats from, Dre and Eminem
Your bitch keep grillin me, I know she feelin me (yeah!)
My last cap and gown was, in
And the dream was Los Angeles,
Now I live in Los Angeles
Lots of randoms reaching out and telling me they a fan of us
And I'm tryna go platinum plus
Used to sit
Dogg Pound Gangstas, yeah, nigga
We bizzack
From Figueroa to Pacific Palisades
Iconic Hollywood culture
Blow it in the frame
Blind from the sunrays, I
sporty
Low ridin and tossin up a forty
Thinkin in my mind that no
One could handle us
The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles
I found life was much
store I had to blow more steam
Takes me away from my troubles
I been feeling like I'm treble
Lately I been staying on my buckle
All I do is play drum
stomped with the shells...
(Rampage)
...I heard the bitch-nigga yell
Caught Peter, man, by the speaker
Looked me in the eye and didn't even know
I was his
Haller my name out
Remember man me an you
Runnin' up out the cain house
Nigga just for you I blow his brains out
I blow his brains out
Ill blow his
Hello guys
We're in Los Angeles and we're having a marvelous time
Yeah I like that
I like that
Yeah l, look
LA got the purest like wholesale
You
a hat trick
Can't be concerned by shots that miss
I go off, they cannot stand it
They want me to cut it out, want to crop mad pics
I'ma blow a fuse, I
on sunset through sun-up to sunset
Niggas be on some pimp shit
But you already know this
If you ever know this
By the looks of me baby I'm holdin'
And I
Verse
Feels like I’m taking my last breath
Held on to the ledge now I’m falling
Feels like I’m taking me last breath
Incarcerated by own ways
Held
with a narc's commit larceny
I live hardly, to incarcerate me is to kill softly
Either or, it's me or it's Bill Cosby
They tryna kill a lord online
Angeles
One for the lottery
Two for the casino
Three for the cashiers giving money to these people
Cuz lives a game, rules change, objectives stays the same
this
You couldn't be a king if you played hockey in Los Angeles
I gets pi-daid, top gri-dade, gotta admit ey
Point blank, the kid's stri-daight
Cause
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