Lyrics:
ain't nun of my business
Dumb ass nigga should of knew better he should of ducked before he tried to run damn Opp died with his gun on him
Shhsh ahhtt
thing Craz!
The whole thing insane
The way he died
I wish he died in his sleep.
The way it feels 3x
Wish we live forever
The way he died wish he died in
the homies, that's on me
24/7, Kendrick reppin' these cold streets
Don't we live by it, die by it, then reincarnate
And if Game told me, "Drive by it," I
watch out for the strays, yeah
Ten toes down, keep it underground, yeah
Oh, we run it then, now we running out
Cali love, Cali love, Cali love
Cali
I need a milly, times it by five
Actually ten
We on a streak, letter and Johnny
We at it again
Run it back, run it back, run it back
I need a queen,
Choppers with drums
Nigga thats how it comes
Assualt rifles, extended clips
Let you know where I'm from
The names chopper city
It's a city
a nigga died, hey (woah)
Why your mama crying? Hey (why your mama cryin'?)
I laugh, ayy, swoosh with the Glock, ayy (with a Glock)
Carti in the spot
still died)
I died on a 10 though
That doesn't matter lil' nigga you shoulda known better when stepping in warzones
All these niggas they tripping
They
cell and watched Hill die
Yeah, I was livin' in the cell when X had died
Send me to jail, you know I'm gon' ride
Never gon' care, I'm never gon' cry
Catch me on a city-wide rampage
Comin up with everybody on the other side
I'm that pistol packin never lackin
Cocaine in the baggie
Run up on you
it fa 10 tryna times it by a Hunnid
I went re up seen my uncle by da junkies
I dropped out of college family think ima flunky
My pops understood dat
to the hood
Pass them all out on the block, what's good?
I'mma put the Compton swap meet
By the White House
Republican run up, get socked out
Hit the Pres with
Yeah, you dun know already, it's your boy BP
Straight up Tigga D, you dun know, holdin' it down (ayy, Madara, run that back)
Ten years up in this
the (Artful Dodger)
Shola Ama
I told her I'mma
'Bout to get my run on so hold the commas
Times've changed now I'm older mama
And these niggas ain't solid
I can't beef with no police ass nigga
How you gon' win
Cause if I do something to you
Bitch you gon' to run to the police
And you know you ain't bout
Nigga my mama died shit left me traumatized
Better not cross the line
Or it's gon be an homicide
Free the niggas in the pen
Niggas in there doing
pays ten, runs off with the gourd, and fixes the beard on his face.)
Ah, well there's one born every minute.
Always Look on the Bright Side of Life
get near me
I got plans to be the man
Pe$o tryna run the city
Pablo died claimin' dog
Pardon me I mean the bity
From the land of snakes and rats
Yea
ain’t seen us in a while, jack
Rastic, I’m god and a buggy is a mousetrap
You’ll become about that
Big homies ain’t out yet
Youngins run the city
IN PEACE
I wonder if heaven got a ghetto
My cousin died last year
And I still can't let go
I walk the streets of my city of my neighborhood
you a gangsta, just promise me today
That you won't be dead by tomorrow, cause you turnin' fifteen
He said, mama, on some real shit, I'm gon' live till
you aint staying home
A week or two went by
They told me homie just died
It hurts to see his mama cry
Manando the reason i did it, yeah
I’m putting
The heat-as in the two-seat-as, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank the crook
The heat-as in the two-seat-as, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings when you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, show no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank the crook
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