Lyrics:
bags
'Til a old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
bags
'Til a old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
down
Well it must be dawse, hydro, want to roll my indo
Sittin all alone in ah my window, little Eazy bless his soul, It's so cold
Little Eazy got
Little Bobby's got a problem
A problem Bobby's got
Little Bobby's got a problem
A problem Bobby's got
The only thing he hates
More than people
much built you can not save him You bear arms but it's for the weakest
Took his life
With a pull of my arthritis finger
How they feeling
More or less
everybody's drinkin' Henney
Kid named Timmy actin' friendly
Grabbed her by offending sure
Hurt 'cause his game didn't work
He didn't know the alcohol's
I'm tryna put my name on it
I got a freaky bih, I looove when she rain on it
Nigga play with me, I'm gone do more than put a stain on em
I Billie
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
to say hi
Standin' there like a mime and let the chance pass by
Back of my mind, "He could change your life
With all these beats I did, at least let him
exited
The traits I exhibited got me here so don't be surprised it's written
On his stone, his heart is stone
He rolls it, stones then he rolls in stones
I
excuse
His name's Akin
An orphan, ain't got many friends
Suit's Benaz, she stays low key in the ends
He's not the usual wannabe macho
Guy with the Benz
And I, I, I, I can feel that love,
But I feel that hate
When I got that ? I just feel so safe
I put it to your mug, you ain't gon' wake
When that thing
hurt his balls on that play, Tony. Don't you? He's holding
Them. He must've hurt them, by God." and the other 2-way word that
Goes with that one is Prik.
and lose love as a lesson
This is the message of he who is perfected
In the name of He who died for our acceptance
Accept it reoccurs in legend some in
got him second guessin'
D-T's on his back got him stressin'
He was at the light blazin' up traum
Around the corner came a tinted out Yukon
Ten slugs in
bags
Till a old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
He'd be in for a squabble no doubt
passed out and he got
Stabbed in the back
They charged him with enlargement and attack
Sexual charging in a ratchet
The planted the evidence into his ass
every scene by heart,
they all went by so fast
If he's passin' back this way,
I'm not that hard to find
Tell him he can look me up if he's got
to exploit
Beats get destroyed
Yeah it's Mutt boy
Yo I got a little more
Who the fuck is Mutt?
I bet they prolly suck
Who the fuck are you cunt?
To be blunt
know he had nothing in him
Thought he shot blanks
Shit
On man crime raid ah-ha!
Motherfucker should be in jail
Stupid motherfucker
You know what
handcuffed, he got his finger on his trigger asking me for I.D
Nigga, fuck the police
Can't believe I'm in a fight for my life cause they choking me and I can't
nose
Before he took it four times in the ribs
But somehow he lived
From the little bit of blood you grabbed
His skin type, you ran it back
There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
of love.
Descending the stairwell
Descending the stairwell
Descending the stairwell to Hades....
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