Lyrics:
tried to be more but I wa'nt none
Abide by the law in my acts and my words but the feds'll still say that I'm fucked up
Is it the way that I sing?
Is it
Look at the skies why they grey? I don't know that
Where's the info Mr. Jared? I don't show that
Always staying in my room, I gotta cold back,
All
bulletproof, you got my front, I got your back
It's funny how they left me by myself, they think I'm really done
Haven't hit my bro, he in and out, he wanna
the crack in the jar and he shook right
And im the nigga standin over the stove
Wit a good price wit a b? ride bitch
Drive bricks an book flights
Good by bad
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, what
Snoop double, D O G, what, mr. X to the Z, yeah, and Kurupt
The kingpin, DoggHouse Records takin over the shit in
shoes and spit in your face
Disrespected yo bitch in your place
You still want a autograph? Gimme a break, I'm sick and disgraced
These niggas is fake,
A.k.a. De La, a.k.a. The Plugs
We're about to get in this song, "Church"
A.k.a. "it's Reality"!
Hey yo, wake up!
Wipe the sleep from ya eye cracks
skills in the place
I waste megahertz of bass bottom, chill
As I rock 'em and get ill, I build the perfect spot to kill
Verbal excitement will lead
he wasn't giving me my props in Oaktown
Random
In other words
I'm Dr Evil off the Henny
Got a gallon by the way
And we gone sip it till it's empty
Body
gain weight
Can't crack a smile in the bank
That's my game face
I pray to God I make it up
'cause I done sinned a lot
Buffed up, but weigh a buck twenty
how we like to do them yo, yo
Up and down side to side like them low, lows
You know, I know, these bitches can't crack us
Once met a trick that was
Yeah, the motherfuckin' East Bay Gangster back in the house
A.k.a. Mr. Kill Yo' Ass
187 Fac mothafucker
Nine-trey
G-Nut in the motherfuckin'
Nicolas cage
Kuz it take yo Faceoff, insist on engaging
You jus some to prey on, rise my face in the basin
PERFECT
Jus like god made me
Or maybe I’m crack i
Villain peers
Hittin' gears for another pill and beers
Me and Jorgito crack a joke, and still in tears
Guess God is a comedian
While the poor get
hold your head and walk in brag
Never let 'em make you mad, rep yo' set and get the cash
[Chorus]
[Thin C]
Emergin from the cig' butt, showin up, comin
Love with you, I think I found my high
My head, my mind, yo' eyes look red
I fell in love, think I found the best
I'm tryna make moves, I'm tryna get
read
Devil is back, yo, you rebels on me
You revel the relish, ate it come please
Can I some more? Serve another
One is in order
Musta havе no money,
Yo its three thousand thirty
I want y'all to meet Deltron Zero, hero, not no small feat
It's all heat in this day and age
I rage your grave,
to have the roll
Be sold, or be poor up in these city streets
Or with the pistol playin' for you Mr. Reaper
Forgive those, I explode like see-4 so give
flawless
California Dreaming
Triple beemin she bust often
Fucking with that bandit steal yo soul hoe
Like a coffin
Breaking down the walls like I’m in prison
Yo, listen, huh
[Chorus:]
I just wanna thank you, for bein' around
And patiently waitin' and holdin' me down
It's easy to see, for Mr. X
and the alimony
Is why I'm broke, but I don't care because
My impact is mandatory in a age of fake and
I'm perplexed by the hate
Why flex in your songs if
They
(Chill with that ill behavior) - KRS sample
Pull the pin out, sheep creep in wolf garb
Fronted by the Hail Mary parry lunge mixer
Kill
it's still Gucci luggage
I love Cape Cod, and watching fly bitches with grey eyes
Wrestle in a tub of KY to get my day by
I like to celebrate, why? -
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