Lyrics:
I do, the Suave House crew
True to this shit, because this shit is so true
My reason for rhyme
Because I'm true to this rap
My reason for
(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
You cannot find no one better than this
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
on ice
Live from Los Angeles, it's Saturday night
While others staty tight we're looking for some parties to crash
I never bounce, rock and splash without
a sock for you Homey don't play
Clowning you kids I'll fuck up your day
I've been declared brain dead by paramedics
Insult your whole crew act like someone
The chances of meeting someone these days you can trust is skinny
But it seems there really ain't a damn thing you can do
'Cause since the seventies, it
what am I write, simple I can do this
Like Popeye to Brutus, I’m your host like a stewardess
Fly with the neighborhood hi-jackin' fella
So prepare for
object
Spendin' fazools
Trips for your whole projects
Epcot Center, linens for ya bitches
Rolies for your dogs
Now we in the mall, slayed by his bitches
money
And my guns in the sky
And my guns in the sky
But what a nigga live for
And damn ready to die young
I'm the shadow behind the gun
Look
live for your nigga?
Do up big for you nigga
Would you bid for your nigga?
Shit, you my nigga
Would you ride for me?
Rapper robbery
Would you die
Do I have to walk around and call you my boo?
Do I have to buy you things and talk to your crew?
Why don't you see what I really want is for real?
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones
Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
carried by the big six, domino
Backpack raps with gats in it
Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace
K Dot Thoroughbred
Move like a militant soldier
pork
I used to drink that 8, but now I shove it down your throat
Quote, 'If they kill they own folks, what you think they gonna do to you?'
I'm
through
Bout that "Real Love" that a Mary J blige do
I do things for shorties who's eyes blue
But her light skin red like Piru
And damn, I'm feeling like
make amends for all of your sins
But then the innocent ones get backlash "give em 2 strikes to the damn back"
Its Despicable yeah unthinkable
All
the applause if you ain't live the anguish
You and your vision up at three am
Two hours of sleep before you clocking in
Then you right back, cuz the grind truly
the ladder
Will you ever forgive me
Will things be how they should
Do you plan to come back to me will you leave me for good
I know you try to protect me from
I need. It's called an orrery, and it will lead me right to the first gate. Eh, you don't know what those things are. Too bad your crew didn't find
do a number two upon your carpet
You have to get down on your knee and begin to clean it
Well in a de white house Mr Reagen a sit
And when me
of the few emcees you could really get bars from
He represented real rap from real New Yorkers
My condolences to your wife and your two daughters
Kings
sales makin niggas act like that
Back in the days we could scrap, now you lay on your back
As things changed with time I traded in my knuckles for
say they got the 40 cal glok
With the 30 round clip
And they losing their damn grip
Well, I came back from hell so God damn fit
I'll bust your lip,
slide
And later we got moves but for now we getting high
Dank with the pack so you know we getting by
Crew stuntin
Star studded
Fuck with us cuz we gon
music
For a magazine spread, young king so exclusive
All W's never losin
With too many squares in your circle that's why you in bad shape
Repping homies
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