Lyrics:
your man
Somethin' like Kris Parker
My Uzi weigh a ton
Hundred niggas on the track
Then you know I'll be the one
To tell niggas to suck cock
Run and get
Don't fuss we seein eye to eye
I push the 6 and pass by you're 5
And rush hour in ya ride
Your girl by my side
We gon crush tonight right?
ray j chorus:
the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
else
Down streets and alley's win some, lose some
Then pretend to be pally, boom
Revenge is on the horizon status is rising
I was like JR, I didn't stop
Jumped off the porch at thirteen
Young fat nigga on the scene
Me JR Fetti Chee
Trying to see how to get the cream
People say this life is just
the mic tight strike like a rattle bring
Rhymes and nines to the motherfucking battle
So sun down to sun up run up with my gun up
All brakes get
Tr3y Tr3y, yeah
I'm from a city that's
Home of the Rangers, home of the Stars
Home of the question, Who shot J.R.?
A place where mad hand skills will
of these [?] get blown
Most of my people is gone, most of my life I did wrong
I'm in the gutta' hoe where most of my partna's alone
All of dem live by
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreaming (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool keep the strap up by the naughties
down, hold me down (*echoes*)..
Uhh.. yo!
I grab the mic and grip it hard like it's my last time to shine
I want the chrome and the cream so i put it
of the louse
I found guile my sound real
It down give my vanning
A van ring by something
God tell my red bone ray
I will survive
The attack of the louse
Find
time
Come on ya'll, just runnin' on sunshine
(Hey JR, why don't you come on in here and get on this real quick)
(Alright, boy, check this out)
through as is
On my cool boy shit
Big loaves no croutons bitch
Don't let that one lose you
Only don't get em if I choose to
She see me as somethin that she
I'll slap a weak nigga with my offhand
Sit the fuck down, I'm talkin
I don't understand what you want man
Shordie knew what she was getting when she
could not pay attention; it was really fucking boring
No, all I kept on thinkin' was I wanted to go back and get my cast signed
By the girls at Carl's Jr.
But I get by my wicked ways
Lady you can suck a dick 'til your neck aches
Cry 'til you get puffy eyes, red faced
But I'm leavin' on this jet plane
wrote this one on Sunday with no sun rays
Under a grey and blue sky thinking one thing
Be a king by the time that the sun came
Now I rhyme while it shines
Jxhhny Blest
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I love Mary Jane, I should've been named Peter parker
I
by the low got me feeling like Parker
They looked at me like I wasn't normal
Said I was average I got something for you
I told myself bro you gotta be
a goddamn thing)
To me, it was always get money or die (yeah)
I come up under Birdman, the Number One Stunna, you know what I mean?
I'm Stunna Jr. (Yeah),
Jr. (Yeah), and that's all I know, that's all I ever knew
Get money or get nothing, you know what I'm saying? (I feel)
And I feel that way (I feel
her 'til tomorrow
She's a real as bitch nigga down to get ratchet
If you got an ounce of gas best believe she gone match it
I like my weed from
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