Lyrics:
and leave it swollen"
"Aiyyo how I know it's you?" "Aiyyo check my credentials"
"I eat yo' gun lead and shit out number two pencils
I ate a ton of dog shit
folded on me
I don't even need no homie, Imma sit back, let me roll this by my lonely
(By my lonely, leave me by my lonely)
Serve a n****, wipe his nose
my unborn kids they truly blessed
I been the s*** by telling me that I'm the s***
I guess is fake it till you make it but them n****s couldn't make it
girl, you gon' get the
Hurting
Momma said love yourself, just know you're worth It I'm a real dog, so you know she slurping
God said, have a little
[Trick] One
[Yung Wun]
y'all done fucked up now
OH SHIT
Ryde Or Die Nigga
Its Yung Wun with the big gun
What you gon do boy
You betta sit
the window if they
Coming I'm ready for 'em
Just remember 2Pacalypse never ran from 'em
Ran to 'em eyes open with both guns dump'n
And till then tell them
a dollar (dollar)
Got a taste of that power (power)
Now we on, plus take home
Need to let my dog of the collar (Collar)
(Hey Girl!) Me and Bizza on a charte
dog mike jones cause he still tippin'
I ain’t smoked in so long but I’m still lifted
I love the vibe back home it just feel different
I usually vibe
a nigga clock
Everybody gettin' rocked when we hop out
Pussy better not cry now
Nigga where we from it's the code that we live or we die by
Grrrrrat,
who oppose will
Get smacked up nicely
By the smooth macadamian
Who's awfully sheisty
Some thinking that I would switch
But I’m never to ever switch
Yea this like a neighbourhood walk
We'll just go like around the block
Yea with the dog
Ok that's hundred K look that's hundred bands
Wrap it up in
shine I'm the one
On the east I'm in tuned see revolution
Celebrate give me Rose's I wont die by the gun
Celebrate give me Rose's been tough on the lung
Hopping out on feet Passion Pit I Take a walk
Machine gun stay by my side like I’m Megan Fox
Them boys playin’ air guitar bitch I really rock
Spody
'Cause he's never really been part of the scene
Give him Guns 'n' Roses, he'll take Queen
He's more into Beatles than the Stones
He's more Stevie Wonder
ya hair turn gray
Let me tell you about life and 'bout the way it is
See we live by the gun so we die by the blood of kids
[Tupac]
They tell
Body of a superstar, the mind of a 10-year-old.
She wants to take you for a ride, the stella has hair of gold.
The lights are on upstairs, but is
drug sellin, pussy suckin, hard fuckin,
Drive by'n, do or die'n, bitch smackin, cash stackin,
Switch hittin, game spittin, hustlin's how I make my
Cut your trick ass up, leave you in pieces
Now be deceased
Lil Kim, don't compensate for real G's
Quick to snatch your ugly
Hair off the streets
You
with her feet in the hall
She'll give you a slap when you need a pinch
Weighs more by the foot than she does by the inch
She's a real beauty
A real cutie
be f***in with politics
They bet on that, parents fought and got wet for that
Hosed down, bit by dogs, and got blacks into house arrest for that
feel like they been sacked by tuck
My n****z dont give a middle finger up
It's all fair love in war where we come from
I made it love it or hate it
'Cause I done seen this type of thing before
Just hangin' out by the corner store
Stick up kids wit them guns galore
Layin' there, body down, stretched
I'm in the booth strapped up like a mother fucker man
All my guns on me ya heard me
Desparato type shit
Let me tell ya a li something bout me
I
They said a lot of things, but they never said facts
Don’t worry about them, do you man… n***** got it all f***** up man
Don’t worry what I’m doing
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