Lyrics:
my face
And them fake niggas hate, so I started different ways
And even when I'm dead and gone
My legacy'll live on
Tatoo me on your arm and tell
with cheese
Circuit tapes with CD's by the 3's in keys
Biggie was too large and Tupac was too real
Niggas had homies with heat on the street and he
sings new lyrics when they play this one live, and they seem to be about heroin and their dead pal Kurt... Submitted by Rene
LIZZY:
I'm sin
Done
macs like a PC they spinning like CD's
Took a break now my pockets is bigger
Give dick to my white hoe she calling me Nigga
We got more K's in this bitch
they hit us with tax
And insurance if we live to be old, what about now?
So stop being controlled, we black zombies
Walking talking dead, though we
hitting him in the back
Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone
Ain't no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones
Label me a thug like
hitting him in the back
Dead, who gives a damn cause when you gone
Ain't no coming back to my homies that dead and gone 2 stones
Label me a thug like
dead on dead on, dead on
At 16 I caught me a felon
Influenced by the movie 'Belly'
I got on all black just like a reverend
Why these niggas act like
gone off that Hennessey & Hydro
I'm droed out dead drunk and even off them ex pills
My foots alone could make ya groan and even give ya neck chills
I
and his bugs freeze the sea
Try to save the world by immolating myself
From history
The flood of counterfeits released
The black cloud
The resurrection
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by the money and gun
Study Art Of War so every single battle is
when it all falls
Who'll be the one to carry us?
Gettin' closer to the end by each step
They say all the real niggas dead
And gone but we left
Dawg, I
like minutes on cell phone
Bring the terror to your block
Like the toughest nigga from jail home
An' you dead gone when my squad come around
We hella
hopping along, when suddenly he comes and cures me.
One minute I'm a leper with a trade, next moment me livelihood's gone.
Not so much as a by your leave.
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
Young black man
We aint gone struggle forever (It’s gonna be so much more different)
Young black man
I swear we gone make it together (All we got is
Room, in the ass I hear, while
I was locked outside with Paula by a mischievous Patty, and my Then girlfriend Prissy was at
Work as a waitress at IHOP
us we used to be barbaric, we had actual queens
Black is watchin' child soldiers gettin' killed by other children
Feelin' sick, like, "Oh shit, this
taught if your CD's on fire
You had to put it out yourself like Highland Park, no fire department
So you might not hear sirens at all
But don't be
might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out! Blow it out ya ass!
If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me
dope cocks can't cope and stricken chickens all molt
Like him, he's gone
Tried to spin a CD-ROM
Ended up stuck dead in the world wide web of Shelob
But
.45 Rip a nigga to pieces
A-C-P's hit him right in his teeth
I'm gone charge it all to this black card
I can't let niggas go on counting my jeans
I
smell me
Shouts out to my nigga Laurie
I'll never take another man's glory
Shit don't mix like Shaq and Kobe
Now you know me, I be low key
On these
black man holds nine, Gotta chill star C-A.L.L.A.H
Be the light of Shamar, work hard Shamar C-Cipher-A.L.L.A.H
Adapt bars snatch stars and detach large
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