Lyrics:
invisibe? You done pass through me three times
It's absurd and I don't get a word from you, bitch you mine
I'm in the parking lot, now I wait for five hours
on the chase, I jumped out, I crashed the rental
But you my down ass bitch (yeah)
The one that'd never fuck up or snitch
I fleed the scene, a hit and run, I
on all your bedroom wall
But if you be with Kan, gonna work ya walls
Straight from the South side of dem Chi-town streets
The top three in the game, with
the wires,
And then he'll be layin', right by the preacher and the choir,
Catch um before I do, T.I. go and handle your biz,
When you see me holler at me
beats
Our parents are sharp like cactus's
And you can tell by chips, we sleep on mattresses
Dimes flooded out in the hideous
Shit you see in
the insane left lane
Swing to the right, it's pain
Pass these busters, lookin' like lusters
Sittin' three deep in a dark blue Duster
Now I'm sittin'
the one to be caught sleeping
By another fool out creeping
While I'm chilling getting sweeted
I'm coming down real shiny like candy paint
'Bout three
will relax your mind
'Til you get burnt out and you need a next dime
To reinvent the last time (yup), when she got you that, that
Lexus and all di
come by are cute
And they try to holler, but they all on mute
And my old girls turn they face up at me, yeah
They throw they purses and they makeup
come by are cute
And they try to holler, but they all on mute
And my old girls turn they face up at me, yeah
They throw they purses and they makeup
Stop wearing your daddy's chains
And your momma's rings
Ini mini miny moe grab a hoe up by her toe is she holler let her go
Got plenty more fasho
Sitting in the park with a walkman on nodding my neck hard
And pardon me I didn't see you there.
Thank god for the gift of midriff driftin by,
Catch
Bisquick, I flip him
You gotta just let one go inside their mind
Shots to the head in a bar to pass the time
Everything you say is asinine
A massive bastard
as if
Sheek won't bring it to you, give you asthmas
Is he rockin cashmiere? y'all know we don't pass there
Matter fact, I scoped out there last year
Hit
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
trigger to a barrel
From the bottom of your heart
'til death do you fuckin' part
Do you understand to live, to lie by him
Is to share your soul, Lord
shit was stupid
He transferred to Robert Morris, oh it's lit, we down the street
My class let out at 2:40, and his class let out at 3
Mama asked me
sour crout (what up), hollow 'em out
'bout to open my own business, siccmade meats
Where you gonna get your product from nigga?
Sacramento streets (why),
ain't flattered by all of you hoes
You just dangling
Go ahead and come out the clothes
I take a puff of the weed, and screaming one eight seven
Jump in
left
See I'm the type of nigga
Ride for my team
And ima grind and get it
By any means
Boy you fuckin wit kings
No rookie been doing my thing
They know
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
to mama
Yeah, you stand next to mama
I put holes in ya mama
You’ll die by her, you was close to your mama
Niggas sleeping on war in ya smoking pajamas
Not
and the power
And ask yourself who's the realest nigga you know
And if you ask me it be some niggaz out the Calliope
Like Glenn Miss, Sam Scuddy, Pee-Wee
L.
punk, slack up.
Watch your weak posse before they get smacked up.
One by one, two by two, three by, Yo P
[Parrish]
What's Up E.D.?
Pass
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