Lyrics:
Nigga nigga I'ma rida
Ride with G's
And ship keys over seas by the three's
Keep an eye on my enemies
Snoop and Silkk
In da back of the Lac
With that
this mother fucker up don't tell me that I wont
My lil wodie
He be buying guns up all the time
Told me don't call him by his Government name
Just call
brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc is born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in
brother
I.C.U., my sheisty crew, like ice me too
I break your legs, leave your eyes slightly blue
The Doc is born with a grenade palm
I'm concurrent in
can tell the dope good by how the plug tape it up
Powder over the counter sack, mac, couldn't make it up
Im major league call me Willie Mays
Real shit
crash museum
People lined for miles just to see 'em
Jim Croce's in the corner
The Big Bopper's by the stairs
Ricky Nelson's in the kitchen
But nobody
to be so mistaken
By different shades of faces
Then Whit' told me, "A woman is woman, love the creation"
It all came from God, then you was my
with us
Left by fathers who wouldn't build with us
I had both mine home, let's keep it real niggas
My better half chose the better path, applaud him
functionin, 52 states, I'm bumpin in
Humpin in, operation, flowin and pumpin in
Big willie, Crystal, isle's and Phillies
Don't act retarded, I'm guarded by
hand on the warp drive
Keeping us alive on this enterprise
Ya’ll should run and hide cuz
Here comes old yellow eyes
Robot in disguise repping star fleet
I got two little kids in a broke down car
On the side of the road in view of the Texaco star
I spent all on my money on water and food
Got Willie
ain't cut me right
My older brother use to tease
And say I had a big head
But I guess I got him back
Every time I peed in the bed
Mama gave life to two
stash (why) 'cause the cops act like I'm Lil' Cease
Crush on me, keep rollin by
Tryna to put the cuffs on my black ass literally
[Chorus - Freeway +
in your a**
I guess you like that, huh
{Chorus]
[Mase]
Now mother may I? Yes you may
I told her 'bout all the baddest b****es from Harlem
for a bracelet
Just to satisfy your fourteen carat mind
Layin' by these railroad tracks in Denver
With a hurtin' head and a half a pint of wine
I may not be every mother's dream for her little girl,
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.
But that's all right, as long
a rocket cause I'm always at war
The eyes in my sockets see we need 2 restore
The lines in between
Show we need to read more
Said the lines in between
Show
sores and joints
But yes, I've had my blessings too
I've got my mother's pretty feet
And the factory keeps my house in shape
My children, they've
ain't no way back from that
The pain in his voice echoes through the whole ward
Kelly's so saddened by the shock of it all
She can't speak, but the eyes
And a bitch by the name of America's on it
The same bitch that jacked my forefathers
And the Indians took my motherfucking religion
Place a holy Bible in my
swords in the WAR
that's my people, sho' nuff, befo' I roll up
This is a hold up, hands high, reach for the sky
I rep S.I., the unpretty, word to Left Eye
Real talk Willie, I want dollars
Thanksgiving here I want my wallet on collards
Baby need scholarships, mama need heels,
My family need a house
Mother, oh Mother, he asked me to marry
He asked for my hand in the fall
But Mother, oh Mother, you said child be wary
When a sweet talking man
the check
There aint nothing left for her do.
Bullet in The Wall
Murder Weapon Not the One
Wild bill Mission Hill
This is Willie Bennett Son
last Name
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