Lyrics:
And that's what you call a ride or die, yeah
Blood in my eyes, I am blinded by death
Nigga, fuck what you think, keep your mind to yourself
I ain't know
nuts
Now, Rob is on the run. The word spreadin' through the hood
Rob shot that nigga 5 times up by the school
And such an ass boy, had a tape, he was
you ain't bustin' fire, holmes, I'm tradin' yo' ass like Jerry Jones (well, damn)
Gone on and run along, run by myself, I come alone (go)
Drop my
thang, man
Fuck what they lookin' at!
I'm in that hot thing, gutter lane
Dippin' with that wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man
They call me
man, fuck what they lookin' at
I'm in that hot thang, gutter lane
Dippin' with the wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man, they call me the boogeyman
In
mind m-mind m-mind right right
People think they're really being helpful by telling me please be careful
Yeah right r-r-r-r-right r-right r-right right
so you can all see a sign
And answer every pray one at a time
If I'm God huh
All the stabbings all the war would come to cease
My whole entire hood
gettin' they hate on
You walk by
They get wrong
You reply then shit get blown
Way outta proportion
Way past discussion
Just you against them, pick one
blast and gangbang
Who gives it up for every hooker rat and hood slut
All in the cut Dat Nigga Daz with the pimp strut
You slept game on those who
Barely raised by my dysfunctional fam
Here I stand as a dysfunctional man
Quick-tempered, short-fused, and pissed at God
Demons pullin' at my soul
[Chorus]
They know I'm crazy by the flow
N-gga never lazy 'bout my dough, dough, dough
I'm in the flesh but I'm quest for mo'
Bizzy, Wish, & baby
lies, I tote Uzis
I get idolized by these groupies
I treat 'em just like they're regular, yeah
They sneakin' pics on the cellular
Preyin' on me, I'm
big Snoop Dogg
Produced by Niggarachi niggarachi! Entitled
The "Time Is Now"!
Time is now, it's going down, in my town
Time is now cause it's going
the gems
On the neck, skeleton diamonds
Felons, secrete indictments
Priest, I'm held as the highest
With vivid raps
Y'all took from the hood now give it
desk
With a gun in my hand, wearing a bulletproof vest singing
"My, my, my, how the time does fly, when you know you're going to die
By the end
nigga, I told him, "Don't judge a book by its cover"
The whole of my hood know that I'm thorough
If they're not with me, probably a fuck up
Fuck it, hit
and jeans
(jack move jack)
Its only by the good of God
That we make it past 25 on my boulevard
(and we still here)
Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard
Fuck
Now its copper by the pound (pound)
Wire by the inch (inch)
Got a check on the first
And its gone by the fifth (yeah)
Scrap or Die Nigga
And you
a dollar" (I'm like)
I'm too rich, Valentino my collar (I'm like )
Thick bitch can't take this, she holler (I'm like)
A trip by the jeweler, she way too
outta jail
Post bail and post up in cell
I swore, I swear we will always live well
Long as I got my bombshell from the hood to the hills
Who's gon
me forget about the color I might be
It's likely they just like me
We different but the same we covered by the blood of the King
I don't do black
me what I mean
When you see him it's a go, go 'head nigga go
Catch him on the front porch by his momma do'
These niggas is green
It's nothing to it,
million rappers with no deal?
What if you had to pay for air?
A dollar a breath
Half the hood would fuckin' pass out and choke to death
What if hip hop
but I'm on my shit today
Slap a seven right on my back, say I'm feelin' like Vick today
They say it's dog food in they hood, well we gone blitz today
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