Lyrics:
the dice
Don't want no bad business all my plugs they keep it clean
Don't want no bad business you just want to see me bleed
You try to fuck with us all be
in
You think you bad
But im ten times worse
I got more pussys that I fuck
You just go first
I dont think twice on what I say
I just keep it real
Niggas
music and weed
If you want drugs, man I got that shit too
Not no dark or white, that shit will kill you
Seen too many man, so fucked up, confused
All
I want more
For all of us
It gets better, there's improvement
Stay centered, work the movement
It gets lesser, isn't always fluent
But good effort
Yo 'Pac yo, I heard you got beat up by the police
Got a big fat lawsuit and everything
Niggas just wanna know
If you still gon' be on some
2-2-6
I keep it real for the real
So the real could feel what I feel about my grill
Them raps, is worth a mil
You get killed if you get
want
It's time to win I'm in this to win
Ye I know now it might be a sin
But you'll die with grin
I already sinned before
So what am I dying for
one knows
If it will rise
Again tomorrow
Or if the night
Might last a little longer
People's lifes
Are lead by things
Some you can see
Some you can't
chrome hearts
That's how I feel for you
They way that you move
The things you do
They way that I move
Got you feeling real good
It go down real smooth
the odds cuz I found a new hook
I hit a step-back and I left that boy shook
Why you trynna sign me? I don't do this for real
It might take a long time, but
Can't hide the love that I feel
If it ain't love it ain't real
My soul yea I spill like a liquid on a bib of toddler at the crib in the crib
I grab
circulation
Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
When we do our shit we do our shit for real
While you take your money for your deal and make your own
circulation
Breathin', eatin', the whole situation
When we do our shit we do our shit for real
While you take your money for your deal and make your own
Tell me how you really feel
Tell me if you really real
Tell me you about it, bout it
Or you just another mouth open trying to get a meal
Trying
just fine
Cut out the cancer for it spreads if you can see the signs
Get out what you puttin in cause you cant cheat the grind
Just a little food for
away bout the day you gone murder me
I see that you want you a rapper now
Well I want a bitch on they 3rd degree
I think it's good for you that I don't
come by
I choose all this hard to come by
You can come by, baby come by
Tell them come by for it run dry
We don't need no scale, we just squint that one
that you might not want to
But I'm still hotter than a motherfucking sauna
And I'm still hotter than the motherfucking summer
Going real hard till
the money came
We was all on it like a like a Money Train
The strippers and the club was normal thing
I knew em by they real name and they stripper name
the grass is just as green in the other land
When I see you smile, I just can't lose
And it's all been as clear before
If you know your Self you see right
tell me so
Is it space you need attention from me I would give it
To you
If you want me to
Just say the word I'll go to war I'll kill for you
Whatever
a felon with my gat at ya melon (BOOYAH)
Hella heated, I'm too ill for them to beat it
We the most cheated most weeded most needed
You best
with the Flow of God
I put fear in niggas heart when I'm spitting them bars
And if Smoke is what you want we it gotta free of charge
Jay Bird said get
came to the party and turned it up
You say: 'Ouh, he's got a dirty mouth!'
But, bitch, I kept talkin' shit
Mothafuck you, damn shit-head bitch
I want
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