Lyrics:
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm
[Paul Cain]
Make so much ends, I got
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm
[Paul Cain]
Make so much ends, I got
could in the end, I did it all For you
Yeah, I did it all for you, yeah But now, nothing left to say
All by my lonely, still think about you day after day
again, I hate, y'all fake — Valon
I need, I need a minute
Damn, aye, I need a minute, damn
I need a minute, set you up, where you at?
I could never have
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two
Tyson, Jordan, Jackson
Action, pack guns, ridiculous
And I'm, quick to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in this world I clutch
Two
where you going love
You got two minutes to text me or I'm pulling up
Where you at nigga what you doing
Knew that I was right man I saw how you was moving
One shot, two shots, I'm finished. Three, four, four, four, five minutes
Lip lock, every time we feel it. I wish that you weren't kidding
One shot, two
a minute
You been counting money all day
Wait a minute
You a catch a body in broad day
Wait a minute
Yes sir Public housing how it started
Til it's pent
You guys are fucking dead!
Nothing is going to happen
In about 15 minutes you're either
Gonna be very right or
Very wrong brother, if you wanna
Shoot
double digits, last forever in a minute
While I juggle all these bitches like I'm rocky I be winnin
Stay by me
By my side
Yo it's gonna be okay
Stay by me
on the wall
The sun's about to fall
With you and I
At the bottom of it all
So it's do or die
Are you in it for the long haul?
If not I'll be gone by nightfall
Niggas has to hate the outcome (yeah)
Plus I'm in a throwback from the same year they assassinated Malcolm
[Paul Cain]
Make so much ends, I got
But so is cod liver oil
You went behind my back like Bluto when he cut up Olive Oyl
Two things I hate lies and thieves they make my blood boil
Boa
cuz gettin' by ain't enough (ain't enough)
Verse 2
Fell in love with an angel and it happened so quick
Surprised she felt the same way, ain't know
end
The sheriffs in town, only I'm around, but not for long
I'll be gone in a minute, in a minute, in a minute
Tale as old as time, two beauties around
Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa
Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac
Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not
Shooting at me, with the only shot you got
Ja, quit
face at
And the MAC 11 tucked in where da 12 gauge at
When I was 13 had 14 grams of ajax
Turned 15 start spitting 16s
Of straight crack
By 17, 18th
or
In a minute or two
Call me back
I don't know what to
I don't know what to do
Call me back
In a minute or
In a minute or two
I hate these changes
I
strides, fuck baby steps
I can't do a thing, they won't hate me less
These lungs make money, so I save my breath
Put me in the ring, I can take the best
The stomping ground for political candidates
Where bears in the woods
Are chased by Grecian Formula'd
Bald eagles
T.V. is mechanized politic's
Remote
to brawl
With the ‘Check, one, twos’
And the ‘Yes, yes, y’alls’!
The rest fall by the wayside
Chased with the eight
I’d rather chill and build with the
Real
strange thoughts
I'm trying not to show it, trying not to get caught
Five minutes gone by
Four pairs of wondering eyes
Three minutes to spare
Two
usually not good
Cause I freeze with my hands on a hot hood.
And getting' jacked by the you-know-who.
When in a black and white the capacity is two
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