Lyrics:
on
Yeah yeah yeah
Don't worry bout a thing Ima don
She my main b*tch she my jawn yeah
Aint Nothing like having a girl thats by your side
That knows the true
1. The Beginning
[Instrumental]
2. Better Than This
I've shed these tears a hundred times.
The bottles are broken, my well runs dry.
All these
pray that he do the same for my sister
So she don't try to fill that void up with numerous niggas
I treat my niece just like my daughter, I hug her
back from my classes
Or at Quals or at Little 5
But then every other time he was always by your side
I knew that something had clicked
And I was
a new one and she falls in line
Blow some fucking haze
And I blow some fumes
And I sip the henny never sipping wine
By my side I keep the semi
Semi auto
Mum tosses her hair across her shoulder and
Looks down her nose at the clerk
"Luanna Veodrum and my daughter
Teddy Veodrum"
I don't bother caring about
a hit
Or grab my pistol grip and take care my business
Cause they don't know who they fuckin' with
Call my nigga Project Pat cause I know he got my
like that nigga?
What the fuck I got to do not to get banged up by that trigga?
Cause in the projects, ain't no love
Niggaz will split yo wig cause they
chocolate, dreams puddin'
They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'
But you got it, you got it bad
2Pac, don't rock a sag
Two watches, that's pocket
Chest hairs
I don't need no chemical blow to pull no hoe, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real son, lemme know it's real son
Try me you'll bleed
I let it rip empty the clip
Run up you'll die in these streets
[Verse 2 - Shawn Jay]
Shawn Jay known to rip a instrumental
You can
Don't ever do that I run with two macs
And plus my crew back my every move
I choose givin' crews the blues
I'm open off the Damey
Obey me or get sprayed
how I reach my potential
I stay on the hunt for dope tracks and instrumentals
Travel the world, found black diamonds in the Everglades
Fought
Chest hairs
I don't need no chemical blow to pull no hoe, no
All I need is chemical bank to pay her up
Is it real son, lemme know it's real son
need to step up
I'm like, say no more cuzz there's the door
and my niggaz like "I ain't tryin' hate on yours
I'm like boy I don't save no whore, oh no
faking
And you don't ever seem'em 'round
Boys forever vacant
I was raised by the G's, if you fear it
Face it
Cause when it’s on, hood a scary movie
slug to your grill
You can feel this
Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me
Project Pat is down
But ain't no fuckin' damn fool
We
mil' so I bought her a Wraith (mwah)
Two shows in a day, brick on the plate
L.A. to the A then it's back to the Bay
Gucci gang, eskimo, froze like
Tatooed on your arms, and you chains and charms
Tell moms that I love her, God, for singing me songs
[Chorus]
"I'm lettin' the music on the side
got no time for no love Im tryna run the shit up just gave my mama a hug her son got it out the mud, got God on my side and im not fearing nothing
Don't
babe, then blow it, that's your job
Bitch gave me her heart then said, "Don't break it, that's your job"
I just told Gucci he hot as he can get
I
chocolate, dreams puddin'
They be likin' everything I do, they're teen wolfin'
But you got it, you got it bad
2Pac, don't rock a sag
Two watches, that's pocket
with his mother
But I want him dead.
I want his mother dead I want his father dead...
I don't care I want his DOG dead...
(Verse 1)
Sonny pat me
"Pick a fur"
Last night was a blur to me
This mornin' I got two with me
I don't know what to do with me
Goin' ape like the zoo with me
Got a tool
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