Lyrics:
I lost my mama, I swear i ain't even been right since
Almost lost my brother, looked at God, told him look you got me bent
Then I lost my grandma
Grrt, boom, boom
Lil Tjay
Oh, oh
Uh
Streets got 'em, ain't no savin' them boys
Grandma tryna pray to the Lord
Raise hell if they take one
the moons and the sun
Dice game, praying to the heavens I don't throw a one
Raekwon with Elmos Supreme fiends
Baby TEC in the faulty four jeans, yo
Shot
face
K2 Super sayin' he steppin' by this twin and brother's bitch
Got a wicked plan, kill his fam, fuck up his grandma's shit
He a stupid man, think I'm
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
I over shine, ain't no niggas over Sean
Toll rollin by the quarter so I guess we're going overtime.
'Til we're Dumb high, dumb high
Westside, bitch
a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
[Chorus]
(I've got all my life to live, plus with
up shop when grandma was gettin' up from work (I be workin' ma)
And I was watchin' Uncle Rick gettin' all that bread by the church (facts)
Shit, I
(Jus got a new choppa for problems)
(I still haven't been to the doctors)
(I like Charterbus)
(I'm popping prescriptions like)
Waddup Charterbus
It's
a death
Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers
December 31st, 96 (the game is over)
[Chorus]
(I've got all my life to live, plus with
Ayy ayy
Ugh
Let me talk about my life
Got a lot of Dirt I can take it to the grave
But that ain't the way I'm made
So I got to come right
Raised
to explode now
1972 all over the globe now
Rest in peace to my Grandma
Tell pops I'm up in the zone now
Money talks on the phone now
Smoking dope on a low now
it up
We in dr baby no rain for us
Say that you cutting me off
Girl hush
Ain't nomore talking bout me
It's ussss
I'm in the frontline
She got my
against my grandma
She never could out pray her
We so good over here, we so good
And since I left for college I
Been living in the hood
Crazy ain’t it, my
Yo, Fresh, you ready?
I'm ready, man, let me do this (run it, run it)
What? What? What? What? (Sheeit)
What? What? What? What you, what you need,
every rapper's in danger
Every wrap it's a banger, and I'm jest going through a metamorphosis
Doctors say I'm sick, I got drip coming out my orifices
he see the thunder roll
Roll with niggas, who buy fifths by the fo'
And brew's by the case
SLAP YOU in the face with the bass, Dr. Dre laced
Likwit
time for MC Ren to settle the score.
I got a urge to kick down doors.
At my grave like a slave even if the Ren calls.
[Dr. Dre]
Clouds are dark
got time for no more drama (For no more drama)
But if you wan', you got problems you could run up (You could run up)
Try to fuck me over, thinking it's
Momma told me go to school and be a doctor
Dropped out and choose to be a baller
Grandma used to get the peach cobbler
Now she dead pastor askin
that I got soaked by
Now you can come closer, you can get warm but you get no pie
But you can sell it for 'em so here's you bow tie
Now get ready
holding guns
I got more to come I got show my sons
Driving long as that motor run
Lookin' good I can show you somethin'
We was in the Ritz Carrolton
was cunning
Just got a pad out in London
I keep stackin' my money, I need a ladder by summer
AK shots, niggas duckin' stray shots
Been a Top Dawg,
at the Holiday Inn - Oh No
And it's beginning to snow
VENDOR #2
How about a fur -
In perfect shape
Owned by an MBA from uptown
I got a tweed
Broken in by
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