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I wish I neva met you boy
And its killin me to know that I can't have you in my world
I wish I neva met you boy
If I could turn back time
the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Lord, it's the slow consumption
Killin' you by degrees
Now, it's-a slow consumption
An it's killin' you by
lettuce, melons and karats
I'm embarrassed by your added arrogance and lack of effort
Niggas can't handle a queen, so they settle for a Stepford
Well, me
cannibal
The money and the power you were born to be the devil
We work hard to pay your salary never ask for empathy
Blinded by the money and the power sold
Fuck love
Why does it exist?
Lured by a girl with a soul I can’t resist
Now i'm chillin like a villain put me on the penicillin I be killin
Feelin
We put a whole lot of hundreds on bodies
She treat me like candy, she lick me like lollies (lick me like lollies)
Too many loads, yeah, I need
salty
This me, killin' em softly
Why they even mad, it's beyond me
Get off my dick, please let it breathe
Headshot, headshot, headshot
Take your little
Workin' this shit by the hour, I Want the money and power
Don't wait til I'm gone to give me My flowers
I'm livin' and they looking sour
The sky
The material mind is enticed by the dollar bill
It makes some brothers fight, and some would even kill
Some will do anything for a bill
Cause they think they'll
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
friend
The man in the coonskin cap by the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills you only got ten
Look out, kid
Look out, kid, because it's somethin' that
its been killin' me I
Hang by a thread you don't seem to mind
Am I just here for your self infliction
Are you in pain or you doin' fine
Cause I swear
bitch
Glock by my cock I’m usin' this shit
Cut from a cloth by Tommy and shit
Come to my house I’m darin' you niggas I’m killin' you niggas I’m poppin'
ain't never had no gratitude
Layzie Bone be crazy killin' with a ganksta attitude
Buck, The Enterpri$e is breakin' 'em down
Me breakin' 'em down, man
Bump
up with a freak by the cafeteria
Hair was long, pretty with butt
I told the freak I was about to cut
So call me at eight and don't be late
When
brown bags of the good shit
Dope is out but I really ain't seen it though
Dope fiends smokin the shit by the corner store
Broke as fuck kinda bummy with
woman and man
God bless the God, lay these Streets wall to wall
It go, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Yo, you got popped like a flick by that rivalry clique
It
and furious
I'm with Paolo, that's really my twin and 'em
No we can't hang with the opps, we get rid of them
She put it on me, so you know I'm killin' it
Fuck
de, mo ti de, mo ti wole pelu goons
Iyalaya anybody to fe fuck with the goons
Drop top on a Saturday Morning
Me and my niggas we are steady balling
Eyin
[Trick Daddy]
'Posed to be...
Land of the free
I don't see how
Count me in
Uh
America
Oh
America
Ha-ha-ha
America (America)
Sweet land
' us will we stop killin' cops?
Baby, you'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let me know
You'll let me know, you'll let
Next Friday got the sauce boy
She call me loco
She think I'm Pablo
They know I'm loco
I slip like a teflon, no no
I do em raw
Can't be trapped by no
up my image
Even mama bringin' drama
I don't trust no bitches
See these hoes be out
Here switching their sides
When it's time for the killin' i ride
to the studio, I hope you know I'm eleven deep
I could not pull up by myself, too many tryna niggas beef wit' me
I swear, we doggin' bitches
Niggas be killin
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