Lyrics:
On the B
I know the streets'll never love me, I still love 'em, though
This smoker in front the store just asked me what this hunnid for
I told him
behind him last year
And I copied off him in Geometry
I said I know a guy named Paul
He used to be my plumber
He was prematurely bald
And he moved
See what I'ma do is, like...
I just kinda want to be able to, you know...
Smoke by myself,
Without kinda being bothered by what a motherfucker had
look out for other crooks
Took him shopping, money in his pocket is straight
Dropped him off at the wife's crib after we ate
Our estate was
Drank too much
And affi get slapped
Way too hype
Your stuntin on gas
Off you run
Cah you met your match
Chatting waas like your dude
You and him know how
Of the fool within
He's like your shadow
You can stop it dead
But when you go to take him
He's a step ahead
I follow that man
[I follow from
Picked off by a pick me
No Immanuel do it quickly
Automatic getting nixed real quickly
Gonna rally his block catch my drift g
Picked off by a pick
all about it in the papers
The boss tried to rape us, so we tossed him off the skyscraper
Because he pulled some other people to try and hit us
that man kill?
Is that your chick?
Why she beeping him?
Keep praising him?
Cause that's Bleek and them, trick
Yo check it now, yo, yo
Your hoe
a different kinda anger
When my patna turned on me
I hope death take him by surprise
Take him by surprise
I hope death take him by surprise
Take him by surprise
alright
Night time is the right time, we make love
Then it's his and my time, we take off
My baby takes the morning train, he works from nine till five
listening?
Wet on his head, had to Christen him
Got done times two, tryna triple him
Take his trip, if he trips
Man's rippin' him
If he's I'ma catch him
bullets like they made by kodak
I keep it on my waist, I don't even show that
Hollow hit him from the front, why he leaking out his back
Now I ain't got no
Indian
Me take the money and the gold
And burn the wagon
Rush up John Wayne an' the one Levon
Him cavalry friend, we burst them one by one
And they rest
my head comes off
I'll swallow until I burst, until I burst
Until I
Who's in a bunker? Who's in a bunker?
I have seen too much
You haven't seen enough,
hustla niggas, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing but my clique
Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off, hut!
I fuck with nothing
sitting on nothing quick to get it off
And that younging too real ain't nothing bout him flaw
In interrogation ain't say nothing he saw wanna get out
Environment
Pots On The Stove Whip It
Distributing Music Like Dope
Take Em Out The Hospital (Sick)
Reach A Million By December
Off This Family
way
Uh oh no
Him fro so dark and him hat so low
Me never ever ask to become solo
Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold
Me so poor
Me come them
lonely, will you come home with me?
Just take your clothes off babe
Know that we been talkin' on the phone all day
I love it when you tell me that you
smacked him with the four pound, bitch hit the ground
Then I stepped off, dropped out the shit
Equipped with the dipped Courdouroy Bailey's with the cream
you feed on your ego you fall off
If I do you like a Migo you take-off
RIP Take Off
Huh
Word to my niggas, we finna get this
We working restless,
for relief
Use me for pleasure and then when you miss him you leave
He does you wrong again and again that's why you retreat
You look for distractions
a nigga do to get by
Just make sure you gettin' by don't fuck with me gettin' mine
Ain't the first time he ran off, shoulda split his shit then
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