Lyrics:
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So I Know if I see a hater around me he shot throw dat glock n da bushes like game
U can not hang with da gang
Niggas b snitching n where them
to memories
Tryna come between me and money you begging for injury
Smith and Wesson like an accessory
Dressed in a felony
Captain Morgan filling my cup getting
Sermon]
Hey yo likewise I come in strong with no disguise, ruthless
It's me, transformed I'm eazy-e
Past the point of rocking the joint
I'm blowing
walkin with the hip movements
Big blood aint shit blue with me
40 Cal i could hit you with it
Money baby I get to it
Walk down aint shit to it
Any beat I
not Milli's the Forty Cal's a ring on 'em
I know your kind gettin by leave the city quick
Niggaz bleed just like us I'm on that Biggie shit
First
like a bully bitch, get saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I'll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody
it to evolve
Murder weapon was a Smith & Wesson
But I wish it was a fucking sawn off
I'm important, kinda sort of
I'm amazing, highly sought for
See
say can you see
I'ma up it in your face 'fore I let you take from me
Gee
I tote my Smith and Wesson
I'll never quit finessing
This life here come with
We will be here forever
Do you understand?
Forever
Forever and ever and ever and ever
Forever
You see, it's about the quality
It's about
and do not play
If you want me, come and get me, Fraiser Drive is where I stay
Won't you come on down my way, I hope that you ain't afraid
You won't
take off yo’ face
When I rap, Tay Tay, ape done Drake
She just ask me about Draco in
A car with a Drac’
Expression I see from the look on her face
If I
about street
I could finish it by eight
I'd hit that block by nine
Perfect cubicles of work
We leave that office by three
Shit, shit, I got a whole beat
off
Like Freddy Mike and Jason
And trust me I'm the nemesis
The virus
I'm Cal 9K
You're Bruise Wayne
Then I'm Bane
I steady wait for the day
Must be
on that fuck-shit, it got me stacking my ammo
If I don't see a Grammy by the time I'm twenty-three
I'm back to hitting licks at bandos, stashing, blitz his
bustin hustlas and some G's chasers about that paper
pass that weed if you a friend of me
usually punk tricks kill a fifth of Hennesey
and get
a wank with me
(I'm thinking of ladies) come on, come on
Come and have a wank with me
(playing with their vulvas) come on, come on
Come and have a wank
My fleet goals, by da creep cold
We blaze, y'all won't see those, you just feel 'em
We raise the states in this game, like helium
The new
Lucky you ain't me, it's ashes on the T. Bitch always worried bout who I'm finna see
The homie caught a case and started moving like he mean
Long
got hella range
I've been down with T. Lue since he was wearing braids
Here comes the fast break, just get out the man's way
It's lead by Lebron
(Gangsta Grillz)
And I'ma keep fuckin' this world
'Til you motherfuckers come for me, yeah (ill)
Don't worry if me got a gun
You should have a gun for
plain
Old black extensions
Just a T-shirt about carbon
"I always thought that by the time
I put out a third album, i would want
To come back to natural
[Xzibit]
Wassup? We need to talk
Let me light my backport
(lights up)
(exhales)
That's why we need to sit down
And talk about the black
everybody
Looking around can't you see
It's like me by myself verses everybody
You come with the chatter
I'm cutting you off
And that go for everybody
Trust
got more hoes calling me
Than American Idol
Young Pimp C holding it down
Come around with that fuck shit
We'll leave you shaking on the ground
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