Lyrics:
My mum and I we live alone
A great apartment is our home
In fairhome towers
I have to keep me company
Two dogs, a cat, a parakeet
Some plants
your moms And buryin' your best cat
Talkin' 'bout revenge while carryin' his casket
All teary-eyed 'bout to take it to a matress
I'm talkin' 'bout
on a Friday livin on tha edge,
'Cause we all got 'dem hard heads.
It's seems like we all are waitin,
For a drive by playin tag wit satan.
But we chillin yeah we
Cat Diesel Power cap pulled down low
Makin that bacon, row by row
Can't get them muscles at the YMCA
It's from choppin' cotton, cuttin' corn
popped, by the group home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood, pullin they gats
Fiend yellin out, who got those? go and see
Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss
with the babble, with the chrome, with the lead
Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flowin' through your head
I been rich I been poor I saved
git them cats I wanted to git
Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
Went home took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hours
Just bring the liquor; there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way); let me stop by the store
Get a twelve pack of Corona plus a ounce of 'dro,
you're dead!
If you just ain't got nobody
Since you've gone and lost your head
Rigor Mortis has set in daddy
Jack, you're dead!
What's the use of having
twenty-two slug to your head
Travel all the way down to your leg
[Chorus]
Ayo it's hell on earth, whose next or gonna be first
The projects is front
They keep it on 'em, right there in they ass crack (yeah)
When I don't like a nigga, I don't pretend to
I'll have the paramedics wrap your fuckin' head
450 pulled up that's Cornbread
Them niggaz from Philly woulda called him an old head
But he a O.G., 'mind me of Chaz and Bump, real low key
Sounded
whose grammar hammers the hard shit
Into your heart with content, yo, who wanna start with?
Expert, Bad and Evil is comin' soon
MCs get stuck, head
that bitch
Not now, but right now, go 'head nigga, do it!
Blau! All up in her nightgown
Feed the crib, Fed description, kid wit no meat on his rib
of ya'll motherfuckers out there, y'all know it!
I'm bout to show you right here, check it out
I been reppin' heavy to all you tardy cats
While you
a pea-coat and a headache
watching the traffic splash by
When a four day clown in a pick-up truck drove her out to the woods
Down a gravel lane, down a dirt
There's rules to this shit I'll break down a lesson
Step by step
Like a booklet for you to sweat
And try to apply
To make yourself fly
No. 1: must be strong
ターゲットは only you (keep your head)
イチかバチかどうする? (OK)
迷わずに Take and move (alright)
Get the treasure
ルーレットは回る (keep your head)
ノルかソルかどうする? (OK)
Act'?
You ain't really into fast shit, you never drift no 'Cat
We know that lil' Charger, better go and tint your Scat
GRB enhancement in effect, I bet
of night
Oh the moon is full
My black cat Magic
Mesmerized by something in the hallway
Who's to say what's living in the darkness?
Who is to say if a black
left turn
With my chloroform and a Monet
'fore we can take a long ride down the narrow drive
And keep ya head down, yeah
They come and jump in
Now
Ima get it right this time, I promise
Playin hopscotch
Child's play, throwing rocks
Got a price on ya head
Better watch out for the opps
Subtle
early in the evening
One by one
How can you say I was alone with the sound of the humming of the life all around me
I followed the path made in the dirt
in
Hold up lil buddy where yo head go
And let me hear that shit again it not no echo
I'm not regular
Put two cents on top your head that's what your
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