Lyrics:
Here we have Larry Hoover's lawyer
With us today and
It’s a prisoner that we're focused on he has
Six life sentences and they have
Him next
I'ma leave up to Meek to decide
The beef can die unless he keep it alive, Ah
The pool shark moving white balls here
In a truck sitting high
Like
never die. They just fade away."
"Lucy" "Ahhhhhhh!"
"It was a little cocker spaniel dog, and our little girl, Tricia, the six year old, named it
Ice-T, let me kick my credentials
A young player, bred in South Central
L.A., home of the bodybag
You wanna die, wear the wrong color rag
I used
you wan' it
First these hoes don't wan't it now they only here to Michael Jones it
Mama say you live next door to the devil
You live in the moment
attain
All because it didn’t happen how you mapped it out
But that comes with the Territory you marked when you’ve chosen to live and die by the pen
They
as the Jolly Green Giant
After he's fallen in pollen next to a killer bee hive colony tryin' to sneak by it
So please don't follow me while I revive rap
I'ma
We ain't no sheep
I heard BLM scammed a lot of people out here
I know Sleepy Joe & Hunter Biden Criminals
Yeah you know we won by a landslide
Biden
like me
I know it it smell like weed up in here
Listening to Michael in the mirror
Telling me to change what's clear
Only one family under the sun here
this earth And I might never land
Michael Jackson, Neverland, exploring like
I'm Peter Pan
I mapped out a new life so come and see what's next up for
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
alone
Even if I came to this world by myself
I don't want to die alone
You know how good it feels to open your eyes wake up next to you
You know I
a missing uncle and another need a kidney flip
Face says I been stressed
I got a aunt getting her ass kicked by MS
Nigga, why am I here? For the look, for
kill 'em with success
I'm up next like afternoon
You niggas evenin' the playin' scale
It's like the moon
Tryna sunset as the nightmare I rap resumes
You
You are not going to survive nigga
Cuz my hittas
Stretch from la to the chi nigga
Who gon rob niggas
Shots sound like 4th of july nigga
Who gon die
Uh, AK on my night stand, right next to that bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin' too fat, no weight
worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurance
Ho, whats yo name whats yo sign, Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah
Uh, AK on my nightstand, right next to that Bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I'll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin' too fat, no Weight
ain't know if I'd see daddy no more
By the time I was seven, we all moved out to the city
Southside, Minneap-, you know these trenches is gritty
Only
whoever got next
Twin deuce-deuces, I'm Clyde Drexler
What is competition, who gon' die next?
Get dissected in the lab with pliers, pencils, and a razor
I write strong enough
To stand in front of a travelin' freight train
Are you trained, to go against Dracula?
Draggin' the record industry by my
isn't white
And because my hair isn't thin
I can't wait till I'm blinded by the light
When I don't wake up until the next life
Fuck all the rules
I ain't goin back to jail
Next time, the county or the state see me
It's gonna be in a bag
Uhh, this is it baby
End of the road, ha hah
When
do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)
Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)
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