Lyrics:
My top play, he smoke all month, but still pay me mines by the first
Shut up, bitch, this a Louis gun bag, this ain't no fuckin' purse
Send them blues
feelings would overcome with my first born son
Run out of tears, still try to cry myself to sleep
Run out on fear, still the enemy try to creep
Feel like
This won't be the first day, I tell you my pain
Bleeding out the pride in a my veins
Tell you 'bout the night when the stars came
Tell you 'bout
dog in my state until dey murder me
We don’t fire back i’m shootin first they hit like curry 3’s
I ain’t tom bout college all my shooters got they first
life
You've been on your own with no family ties
But those solo days are done
You'll be two of a kind
Spending quality time
Together as father and son
family will die (Die)
Killer on the road, yeah (Killer, Murder)
[Snoop]
Goin' off of this off of that with the Lizard king
Bumpin' in the back (wow) how
(Omar the director)
You know it's family first off top (off top)
And blood is thicker than water
And there's no friend indeed like a friend in
talk business, begin by addressin' the bricks
That was missin' in the last shipment
At first, everything nice, everything routine
Jocks lining up
death
You could be the first to feel the heat
To see how much we got, we got
I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga
Dressed in all black khakis,
breath taking feel
Family first, you'll get your family killed
That's if you squeal, pop-pop close range
Hold that gun like the photographer hold
started getting pushed by
The bigger kids
Took mamma's closed fist for every
Little thing he did when he was younger
Used to punch his little brother
too many murders
Too many funerals and too many tears
Just seen another brother buried
Plus I knew him for years
Passed by his family, but what could I
a habit-forming need for more and more
You can bump off every member of your family
And anybody else you find a bore
Because it's murder by numbers
One, two,
speed the clock up and pass some time,
June 17th, 1979.
That's my first time being arrested,
I know I did the crime, but I ain't going to confess
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raise him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree a home for my
At first mom and papa called their little boy Ned
They raise him on the banks of the river bed
A houseboat tied to a big tall tree a home for my
one funny mothafucka
A true comedian, you gotta love him, you gotta trust him
I might be buggin', infomercials and no sleep
Introverted by my
died on the impact
My shooter he a gym rat, but never mentioned who he cracked
And put you on the news, and I bet his family viewed that
Slide by
dough
So, niggas tend to smoke, bad habits do exist
And this bitch thinkin' she can ease my mind by suckin' my dick
Bitch maybe fo' a minute, but that
Swing first, I'mma destroy
You a curse, I'mma B. Boy!
Cherried up, got 'em P'noid
Let the whole world know, I'm a B. Boy!
I watched Snoop do it, he
them soldiers
When that gun go blast, don't say Bun didn't told ya
[Chorus 2x]
If I I pull it out my pocket, be the first one to bust,
We ain't playin
(purple!)
When you had your daughter I was by your side then she
Took her first breaths watched my niece came alive
I jumped on the first plane when Nico
sees crack babies becoming enemies of their own families
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta run
A boy
enemies of their own families
What's going on?
Armageddon come you know we soon done
Gun by my side just in case I gotta rump
A boy on the side
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