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since they drove down my block carrying Biggie's urn
From up the block, 'cross the street by the store
When my man was put in position, told him peep
y'all what the weather's like 'cause my radio's fucked up
And if we should experience any type of motor difficulty
Don't panic take one more hit off
Pattie's, slum my Peter Paul
Wrangler, straight laid the track when it's sag
with one banger, interlude loop caused me to hang up
Ticklish, Crunchberry niggaz
trouble
Oh, you realer now?
I'm the kind to cut a peace of soap, put it on the imbecile
Crack the hen rock style, give me the foul
Girls grope then I smile
it
I sip a little tea then light up my weed
I slip on my rubber out the cover then I proceed
to give yo' little thick ass what you need
gangsta gangsta
that opp pack loud
Load up the clip, air it out
I'm so fuckin' high that my
Head in the clouds
Don't try to turn your back on me
Or you will be dead by
cookin up hickory
Dickory dock, my glock tucked by the scrotum
It's Theodore, our chips' all in, you can't hold 'em
'cause the Pips be stinky like Pepi
lived i give
To the girls when they got up outta church
Pray for me, that I don't get hurt
I gotta work, I'm tryna get some G's
What you scheme?
ain't going out by myself
Niggas getting caught, doing time, so they snitching
They picking niggas up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be going down
thirsty looks
If it go down son, I'll chill and disrespect the jerks
Or give it all up, it ain't right giving my life took
I've slipped up and these niggas
upbringings
We doing bad on our ass
Nigga f**k singing
How you gonna tell me to keep it positive
And growing up I didn't have a pop to give
So these mother
nigga in the ghetto
With plenty of dreams
Surrounded by the police
And many of fiends
At 13 started mobbin'
14 started robbin'
It's hard to have
the time in you like playwright[00:31.98]And then you get mad at me and say you love me but its fake right[00:34.59]Feels like you were using me and I ain't
everybody duck
With tha party up and pimp struck
T-N-T now I say who am I
Who you be? Who am I?
The one who's surrounded by the wood
500 with the ribs
up, rebel, give them hell.
I CAN'T FIGHT THIS ALONE!
STAND UP, REBEL, GIVE THEM HELL!
PRE-CHORUS:
Ruthlessly I make my stand,
If I die it's by my
leave me
Please give me something to remember you by
interlude
Now my days are gonna be lonely
And all my nights, I'm gonna cry
Now all my days are
fly by ya
Call it what you want
But the Lac stay way liver
Boppers all on my dick, with the trunk up
Beating up the Boulevard
With the beat pumped up
Obligatory interlude I break it up to make this shit palatable
Every line gettn misconstrued you give em tough bars you gotta let em chew
God forbid
to get it from a real negro
Beyond bomb, the women need pom-poms
When I get to rippin' they want to get little Don Don
To give up the John John before
a five, gotta stop you know i try, it’s jus this bitch and i, she askin where i was last night? groupie hoes by my side, my boys gon slide in five
stick up your chaperone's
It's a dirty dog world, say it louder
Every Friday I'm bein' chased by Craig's father
That's why I'm on the low like pro
And my
roads
I can't stop people enough to give out certain roles
When I hit them with my lyrics stop for interludes
See ain't it cruel
See ain't it cruel
Earth
column, didn't have to cook a rock
A damn goodie two-shoes, that what they call ya
Never judge a person or a book by it's covers
Just because my tone is
that ass hop
All the fellas like to see you make the planet rock
Call it what you want it, ghetto futuristic come get up on it
There's a bianc up in
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