Lyrics:
and the love of family
Ruled in the community
The songs you sing
Lift you up to heaven
A heaven we can believe in
Everybody's talkin' about hard times
a fucked UP nigga!
Pill poppin, e'rybody fucked up with us
Me and Joey the cottonmouth kings
(I love you baby) What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, sing
About to be forty-six years old, dog
Talkin' 'bout "I'ma call up Trick Trick"
Man, you sound like a bitch, bitch
Man up and handle your shit (ugh)
Mad
a lot, rarely gotta speak, bad puns get a wink like it’s tongue in cheek
They get to talkin’ bout the scene, wondering “How come?” Y’all ain’t peep
the surface
So what we talkin' 'bout? Devil's steady lurkin'
Double edged sword, draw blood when you turnin'
In my condo that I designed
I would never buy
sister, huh
I keep gettin' paid, got too much money, the bank can't count them digits
We ain't safe, you talkin' 'bout bullshit, then you know we with it,
Everybody please rise
Give me back my innocence
Get me a brand new suit
Give me back my innocence Oh Lord!
Cut me down to size
Well you can hide
Gimme drunk enough I'll probably bink a friend
Rumble in my belly
Head is in the toilet
I will never ever get drunk again
I'm talkin bout them other
tongue out, stuntin', actin' brand new
They ain't even know you was steppin' in Giuseppe too
37 spare bright jeans 'bout 12 jewels
Posin' like a mannequin,
Choked up by emotion talkin' real asphyxiation
Talkin' real asphyxiation
Choked up for so long it make a nigga start to hate shit
There's a monster in my
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
a brand new year, ain't no petty n***** here
If it ain't DMD Records, I ain't even tryna hear it
I ain't even tryna hear it, what you talkin bout homes?
In
heaven
Or am I gonna burn in hell
All I know is I'm a sell
I ain't talkin' bout my soul
Yes I'm down to sell these records
And sellin' out these shows
Anybody but myself oh, I wish I was somebody
Anybody but myself
If I told you I'm 'bout to break
Would you look at me different?
Character out of place
talkin' the most, he the one that be healing me slow
My lord and my salvation, he the one who keep me strong
Everybody tellin' me why do you preach
Why you
CARE ABOUT WHAT EVERYBODY SAY
MAN ITS JUST THE GAME
YOU. STILL. TALKIN BOUT. T.E.A.M.
YOU DONT HANG
YOU AINT GANG
I DONT EVEN
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Stuck wit the same boys yea we still up to it
My dawgs gone ride for me that is no cap for it
Yea
Had to take a breath
Everybody talkin bout me you
the motto that he start to go by
Wasn't speakin' to nobody and his mind he
Confined
They like, Moose, why is you snappin'
I'm like, damn, it's bout time
to our clothes daddy
We keep them hoes lookin', starin', gawkin', talkin' 'bout us
We got them peoples and feds, yea they talk about us
About the way we
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
I got this Japanese girl, man Lee, man
Takes good care of me (you're a liar)
Yo, she's so def, man
Wipes my butt (that's a lie)
Everybody be beefin,
the plug poppy
If the nigga name Oscar, why not call that nigga Aki
Fuck these niggas and they label, I make it to the point where niggas bout to need cable
tweed and I ain't talkin' bout tweeter man
I'm talkin' bout tweed
Uh oh, look out
Lifted twisted bent gone
Probably wont know how I got home
They
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