Lyrics:
you step into my house
Would you please come with respect?
If not then I'll have to have my man DOA
Drop it, yeah
Come on y'all
What'cha wanna do? Huh
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
this land
That's the war zone, I gots no home, don't have no friends neither
It's just me by my lonely so I married my nina
I keeps her wherever I go,
The bricks is back, the bricks is back
Big 'Dow ain't the toughest
so I'll tell you right now when it's on it's nothin
Shadow gettin to bustin
[Verse 1 -
pumpin' them facts
Baby is a female mack, yeah
I said heel when the locs are peeled
Takin' yo money if your game ain't real
Known to keep the ass
The Town
Hood Nigga
And I Keep A Bad Bitch Around
Thick Bitch, Long Hair, Yellow, White, Red, Brown
Hood Nigga
And My Chevy Sittin On 24's
Flats
my lights out?
Who would show up to my funeral?
What would it mean?
If everyone's crying out
Praying that I'll be at peace in a place they can't see
sell trees killing big beats
That's the way I'll send a message
If my son can't fight me
He's a waste of my erection
Slash, massacre when I come through
Monday,
it ain't trickin if you got it dats wut I say, you say?
I say and wut I say goes
'Cause I'm a hood nigga,
I keep dat purt by the pound,
me if you're ready
Let's sip champenge in my jacuzzi at the telly
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
keep talkin' or are we lockin' it up?
And I'm the type of nigga it ain't never been an honor to judge
You a mouse that the falcon picked up
So
the Barbarian, if you talk loud, I'll play librarian
Cause see I want it quiet in here
I Mark a Markyiana a bunch of funky Uncle Thomas's
Play like
on the landline
I could sell it by the pan
Or the gram in this
Scramble in the lamb like I
Got the shit pan-fried
So nasty and so classy
Have you lookin' like Ryan
Smoking, drinking, what you need? (Yeah, yeah)
If this shit adventure, baby, I can put you to sleep
Exotic in your lungs, reachin' your peak
It's eight
with a savage
It get crazy where I'm living it's tragic
If you can take it from my
Pocket you can have it
You know I got a body bag in the trash
You know
"Ayy bro, this lil' nigga cold
Keep on doin' what you doin', you gon' make it, you 'gon blow"
I ain't know that Ced had went ahead and played my shit
Take a nigga brick, smack him, then you sell it back to them
Still there Brooklyn?
Yeah yeah that's gangsta, I think I'ma roll with that one
Make
foul like
Now I gotta cock it to rewrite it
I might just make a nigga bite dust
When I bust plus calamity villes
Can it be ill? Yes
Sanity kills a real
a bike
They keep buyin hard white
And if you free tomorrow night we can meet and discuss price
FYI, I never been robbed in my life"
Or, you find
fall in love
Nah, I don't wanna fall in love
(I can't) I don't wanna fall in love
But your brown eyes have got me hypnotized
Maybe we could give it a try
a thing it's only
True shit
I had to much damage done
My life was ruthless
I ain't got to prove shit
To you
Can't get Ruth Chris
You can get a sandwich
Lil
it's time to get ill I pour it on my face
Monkey tastes def when you pour it on ice
Come on y'all it's time to get nice
Coolin' by the lockers getting
comin through got paper gotta have it
Under my damn bed
And Im flippin red
If I get caught with keys I goin fed
But that ain't on my mind
No Im not
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