Lyrics:
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
addicted it's a disorder
My vision got twisted, two women kissing south of the border
Tippen off of the liquor my n***** drink it like water
I'm gone,
in my bed
Two o'clock in the afternoon, I got a pillow over my head
Found myself in a strange state that wouldn't fit in any frame
Guess I was just
Used to cop it by the sheet, take it home, get to chopping
My whip was a piece of shit needed to loot to get it fixed
Plus I wanted to glist the wrist
Got a deal I don't need to brag
She gone give me good head for a Birkin bag
I don't ever trust these niggas so I Keep a mac
Got a hitta by my left
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
to Missouri to one real exciting trip
Then bang of track was broken smashed by a cannonball
That blew in great divided will the nation stand or fall
All
Bill ain't a sucka
Part one tripped y'all out part two is a motherfucker
Gimme some bob and I'll start by killing me
I'm dead so pass the bob G
sold on a slave block
I sing the BLUES being torn from my first born
and hung my head and cried
when my wife took his life
and then committed
pieces of paper
Broken pagers, and a half pack of grits
'cause I slipped on my floor walking up the stairs
Could still be camouflaged, hidin' in my hair
It's two in the morning
As I lay awake in bed
The wind blows cold outside
Scattered thoughts inside my head
I thought by now you'd be a distant
this straight and fix your face.
I ain't gotta sell millions. I'm in the buildins
With poppy comin through with them bricks by eight.
Listen cocksucker
tryna pull you down, or sound like a broken record
But you should know by now that all! Niggas is dogs
Better to have a rich Pit than a broke German
and gone
And on the fuckin' tooth I miss
Mr. Nitty 74 to 94 took two to the head
Tryin to be hard to get you there
And I'll be able to put you there
Broken Prodycal
Hook:
Cross on my neck might be crossing them up, I need it bands so I'm running it up,bout what I'm talking bout never gone bluff I
what you say
what you know about I-20 to 285
got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
gd's up get yo gd's up in the classroom crunk
got benny by
keep one in the head
When you run into us then lil nigga you dead
They just run on the Reg
Fuck lil Mimi that bitch she a leg
Spin the Fort with like 2
Yeah, (la da da, la da daaaaa)
2:15 AM (yeah)
We got Nixx up on the mix
Lil shawty wanna kick it with a real one
Pour her up a drink, I guarantee
the house when the wind blows
Haven’t made rent in a month, maybe two
Got scum in the drains
Dead birds in the flue
Some scumbag swings by four times a week
stuck in the West
But even kings of north and south he forced them out
He's the Rock who decapitates heads of gold and heads of states
Creator of time so
arrive, I am floored
By the varieties named
I love these guys
Wouldn’t spend my time any other way
[LaTreezy]
Rocky road, chocolate chip
Birthday cake-this
dollar bills and drug deals by the mayor
Controls the people livin' legal
Sit back and chill, until time will reveal
Two thousand and one holy men with
drastic like broken dams
The Son of Sam, gun in hand
And faggots pull dance moves like running man
Run with a clan down south
Rob you for two bucks
See me
it's dry
Dry as in dry? Dry as in thirsty
Cause we ain't had no work since Thursday
Know you ain't believe us but I got it, who want it?
By the way how
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