Lyrics:
Nonsense talk no dey please me
Look, I got mad girl wey dey live for my outdoor
Say she wan kill me like 2pac outlaw
Real life candid, be like bandit, sweet
chargin' 2Pac for sixteens
I make music for moshpit participants
Compared to erybody from Chino XL to Eminem
A synonym for pure vagrants, paganism and hatred
and flossa
For 2Pac ya drought nigga who shot ya
Saw this beam light, scream like Chewbacca
We got twats on lock the tiny tots
My mom say stop or I'm gonna
Baby"
Was the rap song?
2Pac and Biggie were busy with beefin'
Little Kim had her g-sting
Cheech and Chong weed thing
Street were covered in Cross Colours
turned me loose
Since 2Pac got popped, who the fuck you think got the +Juice+?
Bill Danze (do it for your people!)
I got automatics {*CRACK*} that will
immerse
Hold up watch it disperse visions of Biggie
Big L and 2Pac just looking at me (Biggie)
From the gates of Heaven while
The police booking at me
Open
west
Would have been fresh, on tour stopping through
To get caught caught up with you
But all that's left is a shoe box and pictures
Just like 2Pac
the sport
Coats of the season
And surrounded by his whole Odd Future crew
The ascendant singer opens up to
Amy Wallace about his crazy
Year including the bomb
boom, then your head has exploded
Blood spraying 'round the room, it is turnin' red
One more second 'till your officially dead
My bitch can't hurt me, so
shoot
Meet the dog in the worst way
And a nigga like me is tight on my worst day
I been boxin' the fuckin' mics
Since the first day
My eyes opened wide,
bitch
Hard to go to sleep, all we know is work
Catch no Zs, chilled on purp
(?) came second but my bills on first
East Side nigga, still my turf
surprise favor, I couldn't really refuse, so we are on this parking lot testing the bombs, and after the first few explosions, I found I was really getting
fooled me the first time whoa
Yow I was cool I let it all pass
You fooled me the second whoa
My love was so blind
I think it's a curse
You fooled me
niggaz is second guessin' the state I'm in
Bitch, I'm in to makin' hit records that spin like rims
So when "Flex" get it, he bomb it once, shit bomb it
comes an officer who askin' for a search
Found a weapon it's up to me to clap first
I know why'all niggaz is second guessin' the state I'm in
Bitch,
since I put my first record out
But I could put a chain around my second album
And wear it as a neck medallion
Became a millionaire, went downhill from
When my eyes low and I can't see your face
Would you call me out by name
To help me look above the waves
When my head low and all I see's my shame
I'm surrounded by my friends
Random ends on some staircase
So much for a first date
I just had a show
And I asked if she could meet me after
Maybe
imma do, consider it done
Cuz I won’t stop till the plan is complete
Man of my word, I’m second to none
You live by the gun, you die by the gun
I’m
satin shoes
My first pair of heels, the first of three
Mum said
Heels for occasions- today is an occasion
Actually, today is the biggest day of my life
and James Ellis
I never hung with girls, only one and she was mellow
First name was Terry, last name Romanello
My records started sellin then P withdrew
From
I heard some shit, Yo this
I heard this nigga dissed you?
Uhhh 'sup nigga
Just talkin' a whole buncha shit
Let this be my motherfuckin' reply
To that
can sum up
My religious feelings in a couple
Of paragraphs first: I
Believe in you and me i'm
Like Albert Schweitzer and Bertrand
Russell and Albert
in the second verse, now come on
Came from depression, started to question
If my big breakthrough passed me by
Words are a weapon, like they a Wesson
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