Lyrics:
than the tuned rap
Oh snap, I want back to times where we had 2pac
2pac or Eminem lose yourself don't tell your friends
California Love with D-R-E was so
sing along
She look at me; she gone watch by the throne...
Oh wow, finally!
Finally!
We was just hanging on to that mu'fuckah ah!
tryin' find me a friend
When I'm fucked up everything look like a 10
Baby got back and yeah I'm with that
I'm a player, my game show up like a thumb
There’s a burden on my heart on my way out
Trying to keep my pride but I look down
All my friends say “told you so”
But I never listen no
Call me up
I pledge allegiance to my kingdom pull the pen on you
And let the games begin
And yes my friend
You just barely getting in
The game
Since way back
Then after you I'm after all of your friends and companions
I'm forcing all these foes to move forward enter the casket
Why do you knock on my door
But I still come back for that
Sucker punch
Just one look and I'm out of touch
I'm freaking out 'cause I'm scared this might end bad
But I still
But I still come back for that
Sucker punch
Just one look and I'm out of touch
I'm freaking out 'cause I'm scared this might end bad
But I still
drama
Don't be talking back to no one's moma
If anybody touch you beat they mothafucking ass
Them bitches ain't yo friends don't give no passes out
That's
[Intro: Ghostface Killah]
Ight, now, this is how we gon' do this shit
Youknowhatimsaying? Niggaz wassn't out in the streets back then
When was doing
Ight, now, this is how we gon' do this shit
Youknowhatimsaying? Niggaz wassn't out in the streets back then
When was doing this shit son, you
Gyal got a big batty then shake up
MAC in a man bag
AK bag, put it to your face like make up
Paigons, ain't friends, know we don't make up
Man have
These niggas really don't wanna see us win
These niggas really don't wanna see us take over the streets
Niggas don't wanna see us get to it
But
Solo dolo, solo dolo, solo dolo, yeah
I roll solo dolo, solo dolo, solo dolo, yeah
I roll by myself yeah, don't need no one else, yeah
I roll by
missed
He can't confide in suicide
He can't pretend it's a justified end
Look for the spirit by your side
He's holding hands with you my friend
You my
off of writers block
In my room yea
Counting Guap look at that it's my doom
What I'm gon do with that how I use
Precious as a rugar don't abuse it
I'm
make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave
And don't you dare come runnin' back to me
It's not right, but it's okay
I'm gonna make it anyway
Close
bro
See I got it by me, I don't need no accompany
They don't feel you because you're a me wannabe
I look back to when they used to make fun of me
I
gangsta walk, yeah right, ya pussy
Look out, we everyday grinding
Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blindin'
And we don't trip
I don't remember much today
My memories of you are so vague
But I will say, I feel you're watching over me now
I hope that I've made you proud
gyal fi get bun
Pretty face, Chinese bangs, and one bun
Cute likkle miss, mi waistline a twist
Gimme way, bet me back up and bubble pno this
Look
the muddy ones
I brought my bro so you must bring a friend look I'm sorry but we gotta buddy up
This nigga can't even think of a joke fuck the money lil bro
And a bell on the lock
Now she don't answer the door,
'Cause she takes that good long look at you,
And you look too tough
The air is hot and heavy
in, you ain't see that comin'
Hands on my head, can't tell me nothin'
Got a taste of the fame, had to pump my stomach
Throw it back up like I don't
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