Lyrics:
of creation
(Interlude)
Verse 3 (Gato#92)
The course of a creation can be kinda complex
Empty as the whiskey that belongs to Gangsta 2 da Max
You sit with
get jiggy with niggas
Don't make me Will Smith me a nigga
I just told a model, "You only my side ho
I will put you out, ho, you must think you Latto
wrong
Real ones done remain headstrong
ABC
And 1... 2... 3
The young do bleed
Don't be a copy cat rat
Come witcha own
Take it back
Send it home
It's
to B.Y.'s
Muffled lives, like a pit bull at will
Sit still, or you're shook real, y'all niggas need to get real, or get killed!
The 4-fifth, call the men
Smith-and-Wessun in my Polo jacket
Sixteen shots, for all you hardrocks
And if your bitch is a dime she can get the cock
Straight up and down, we two terrible
put you on don't do me wrong (don't)
In the end, it'll be ya loss (it will)
Influenced by East New York
Pop Smoke from the Floss (Woo)
A-list rapper
to find if you beefing or tryna rhyme//
But I don't like war, what real nigga do?
The fake ones brag and get killed by they crew
I live for the code
the world but give us nothing
I say we can be all in this together
Yeah, will you end up like, your family tree
Tell me what you gonna do what you gonna
gangsta)
Play or stay (gangsta)
Yeah, yeah (gangsta, gangsta)
Death Row
Yeah, yeah, my nigga 2Pac rest in peace
Dogg Pound
Dippin' real hard y'know
quotes my mental interludes
That might explain all them awards in my living room
Force of my will, til I up and pop the inner tubes
Keep on hooky for
bullshit bra, you will see I ain't playin'.
[Chorus: x2]
You see I do it for the hustle,
And the niggas who stood over pots and watched that shit
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!
(Joe Budden)
Them wolves is out nigga
(Ransom)
AIDS
(You don't say)
I do believe me when I tell you
It's so true and this could be you
White roses at that casket
Red ones stood out
Thrown by the ones
And the bitches they be on it
Oh, man they be so on it
Whoa whoa
I got a fast car, Nascar
Yes two seater, stick shift
Like some turbo jets
And the bitches
an ill gift, I'm real swift, they be like, "Damn, he still rich"
When I send my men in black listen none of them niggas is will smith
I sell coke, I deal
say they be scheming and plotting
Mad is giving the world a King to believe in
Fresh 5""11, Site 2 to C Seven
I'm Tema to the bone how I'm planning
You'll find two screws
I've got the answer like you threw the game
You lose you need seven boy will take
It with only Two schools
I'm the freshest like
To do this, do this, do that'
That's real creative shit
And, when you're really not afraid
To be yourself, you're comfortable
It's like a web
a game mane
[Chorus: x2]
Got white shawty cheap cheap price shawty
I'm in the club with that real clear ice shawty
I want a bitch that can do
off the car when them niggas told me that they'll ride
Remember times I did that time, I ain't have nobody by my side
Swear I be feelin' like
pick a flight in no time
I'll be by my own business, why you busy minding mine?
You was on my level we both came from the ghetto
And later were
the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh this cannot be!
Who shot JMJ
Nip
teller to
Holla and hit the throttle
Son and our key ( anarchy )
Will not be
To copy
Chris Wallace and Pac
Up in the lobby
More Black Men gunned down
Oh
an MC, who can't be the are-E-D
Fuck wit me, you'll get slapped up and capped up easy
By me and a tre-eight pistol, so vacate the premises
Or ask
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