Lyrics:
to cry
Wild like a long f***in' ranger
N****z from the South keep one up in the chamber
Lord knows, when your enemy is quittin'
That's why n****z
crawlin' out of a hole in Iraq
Try to topple my regime
You end up in need of a scalpel to your spleen
Is there a medic on the scene?
Easy children,
wicked deams (deamons)
I keep my pistol by my bedside one in the chamber
Preoccupied with homocide my life's in danger
Rollin down the four-five beware
Nothing on this album is true. Nothing on this album is a lie. Whats my in relationship with money, notoriety, pussy, my mother, my daughter, the mother
[Chorus]
Another night, slips away
In other words, I should say
There are no words, you should say
There are no words,
Ms. Hill, you got
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
saving by saying the same sayings staying amazed
For days stuck in a daze it don't even phase
You think you out of the maze you ain't making no plays
thoughts around me ain't getting me by
I'm finding truth in wounds much deeper than mine (Than mine)
And
Soon I'll pay my own bills with the bred from my
And drops a hit album, hit video, hit single every year
From your eye drops a tear
I don't play that shit, I play that hit
Your whole gangsta image is
album filling up the living room
And if I close my eyes
If I close my eyes
If I close my eyes
I am curled up by the couch of my parents’ home
Abandoning
Immersion with the Secret Service
Shit is so obvious, it defeats the purpose
If this is your hobby, then come and meet your maker
Champagne, ring bells in
happened
Not a break for a bit
I was gone with no backing
Cut my connections off
Wrote this album and packed it
Every word in this bitch
Bet your ass that it
you want inside
Give me your eyes
It'll free your mind
It'll free your mind
It'll free your mind
Just saying the truth and mean it by every facet
Run
friends, forever real intelligence
That's forever 'til the end
I peep the hatred in your eyes, and the Satan in your lies
Ain't wasting my time with these
know many pose a perfect picture Secretly they hoes
All that time you spent on writing it but you not Living by the code
I can't stop the cooking; album
on
Tour with a bunch of fans
Thousands in my hand
Asked a homie for some rubber bands
Seem like yesterday I was lost
With no fucking plan drop another album
throw)
They hate your boy cause he
Ripping up your track
I was gone for a minute but now I'm back
I never fall victim to the struggle
Keep your eyes
never swam in schools
Eye to hand coordination is on
Never lose my cool
If you got beat down you didn't sue
That's the era that I'm from
It was double
You know like when you, uhh
When you write something down
And like you, you put it in your notes
'Cause you don't want to forget it
And then you
will birth the skies blue
Disguise you
You will be my boy toy in your prime ooh
Purple Hues and Mahogany Highlights
She only wanna fuck when the times
I want you to close you're eyes, n' envision
The most beautiful place in tha world
If you in the hood, the ghetto street corner
Come on this journey,
Turnin' to fights
Burnin' up the limelight
Fire!
And you ain't gotta strain your eyes to find us
Throwin' bad days behind us
Ahh damn up in
make men into boys
I destroy your whole family tree
Chop it down
Hip-hop is longer now in this repertoire
Get your wardrobe torn out your closet
Walls
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