Lyrics:
I used to be in love with this bitch named E&J
Don't fuck with her no more now I fuck with Tanqueray
Tanqueray introduced me to her first cousin Gold
Fuck the rap game, I wanna get it like G
Put me on the block, go to thuggin' like E
Think I'm goin' back but free my nigga Lump
Me and Gunna, 9th
to move a single
Dre had us Thizzin and ghosting them Buick regals
Short Dog told us broke bitches wasn't needed
And Yuk showed us niggas get robbed by they
the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow
known to be the master in the MC field
No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel
Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform
Wax
Biggie
Going _Federal_ like E-40
Shock the world like Silkk, put my pockets on tilt
Puttin fools _On Hold_ like En Vogue
Used to slang white ice
cho dem say na cultists
To my haters I'm a poison
If dem try am dem go rotten
You know as e dey be
Its Forty four
Dem no dey when I dey cope, how dem
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your
stupidity
By the way, you gangsters should know
One of your victims was a three-year-old girl
Well, you gang members, you
Still don't get it, do ya?
(With
a gangsta, I don't need rap for nothin'
And only play games in the A or Compton
Hop by the box, Chevy murder, any man standin'
It's Boyz N Da Hood, E tell 'em
Yeah yeah, it's the West Coast remix
West side the best side
Snoop, Game, E-40
Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up
All the way up
I'm all
Ten million dollars later I'm a blessing, nigga
How a nigga rich but still stressing, nigga
Glock-40, Smith & Wesson, nigga
Streets will never ever
Let it be prophesized; n****s'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way n****s get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
N****s
Let it be prophesized; niggas'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way niggas get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
Niggas
Uncovered by street silver bells, all I see just have broken away
Uncovered by street silver bells, all I see just have broken away
We're in Jodita
bitch dig him up
And we slide on the opps
Know I keep this shit tucked
All alone I don't give a fuck
If he wanna move sick
He get hit by a bus
Off a perc
college to get by
She got financial aid though she dropped out two times
Body like a parade you can watch and then ride
19 years old she was sleeping with
Smooth operation, but the money came in knots
Forty million there, I dare you tell me what I'm not
I own fifty homes and wanna get fifty more
Counting
L-i-v-e e-v-i-l we all live evil life wealth power and greed
What is hell like open up ya eyes
And peep
L-i-v-e e-v-I-l-e
Realize real lies real eyes
Dropped the O-E cause it's just too cold
I get myself some gin instead
And then I stroll
But before I get out the door
The man behind the counter says hey
You get money and brand new problems
I can't front 'cause nigga be ballin'
I got the bando jumpin' like Spalding
Get you hit up, get sliced
drive em
Home theaters, can't Best Buy 'em
These niggas that I roll with
Don't let a single thing get by 'em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town,
E-40 homie I got the 40
I'll be still balling when I'm in my forties
You know my team go hard them niggas retarded
I fuck with yo bitch then I discard
What the fuck these niggas talking about
I know they broke cause talk is cheap
They gone get killed for running they mouth
My wolves are giving out smoke
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