Lyrics:
rather sit up by my lonely
I don't wanna be a burden, check my social fake bitches
I don't give a fuck about your plans or who the fuck you know
Lurkin'
the beamer!!"
Now I got two choices I could blast and become Most Wanted in America
Or I could slow down like the man in the Bronco
and get Johnny Cochran
sleep it's worth it
But these bar's are a blessing and a curse it
Gets hard so I have to breath, cause I need
O2 like the mobile service
Done 2 years
Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami
I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?)
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right)
Down in
1. Murray Ostril: "...they don't sleep anymore on the beach..." (00:00 - 01:10)
2. Monheim (01:10 - 13:24)
3. Broken Windows, Locks Of Love pt
Ayy, alright, ayy
That hoe can hate me, but she need me
Baby I'm still dead, I'm still not breathin'
Ion' need the ten, I need that PT
Posin'
Two times in this bitch
You already know what the fuck going on
ABC
Dog pound
Shout out Element
Shout out Commons
Money that I'm getting stacking
Khan, the wreck suede wiley Don
I judge wisely, as if nothin' ever surprise me
Loungin', between two pillars of ivory
I'm lively, my dome piece, is
(lyrics by M.C. Hammer; transcribed by Tone-C)
We are hittin' hard in Oakland
Word!
We are hittin' hard in L.A.
Word!
Cleveland, Chicago & Yo-town is
was even there
Cause the first two times I knew no one would care
I was always by myself so why would anyone believe it
And no one gives a fuck when you
a leader not a follower
(my muthafuckin TRU tatoo) Uuunnnggghhh!
Chorus (2X): Murder, murder, murder, murder
187, cause I don't give a fuck
one slice abstract
Two toppings, three toppings, that's too many
You want sauce and cheese? Yea man that's plenty
Many styles to choose, NY, Chicago
Las
wouldn't even have caused him that
I hum to Allah, I'm wanted by far, and he disinfected that
So long I been known, don't think its the law in the loves
shut and struck up the band
When the blues man asked for more
The woman heard no harmony in the blues
Of old Chicago lore
I'm hating my
fucks children
With his brother Tito and Liza
Minelli in a building a-B-C easy like 1-2-3
Plastic surgery, what has it done to me?
Like dead-alive, your
When I Grow up Pt. 2
Written by: Diondria Thornton
Music Produced by: Christopher Thornton and Charity Vaughn
V.1.
This is for those who didn't
an attack by an unknown enemy
Huh
Yeah
Huh
Uh
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, "Fetch"
I'm fuckin'
blues
No PT, I want all my booze
No no no bands for you
Mark my words, I'm finna be a millionaire by June
By June
I'm thinking May
I don't care what you
Hand rubbing, I'm a fly on this
Chicago drive by, it's getting serious
Where your crew? Like George I'm just curious
Vaness I'm high on this beat call me
girl I'm comin' through
I got a couple things that we can do
I just had to call ya
Big T and I'm from Chicago
You know I gotta represent the city
Girl how did the time go by
I shed a few tears last night
Damn, girl how did the time go by
It feels just yesterday
We crossed paths for the very
a murder, it was fishy
Only time you really make it out is by a stretcher
My close homie told me if I was dead, it'd be better
Man, I regret I had nothin'
to lie and I have never slept around[00:59.47]Last week she had a business trip, today her PT he dropped by[01:03.33]I'm hoping she'll come home
code
Real ninjas like 1,2,3
Studyin' knowledge like A,B,Cs
Live this life like a shinobi
Or ya pay the fee how it be
If ya don't know ya role
Then ya
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