Lyrics:
gotta opp nigga mad
Circle of bosses we getting the bag
Walk with a heater it's tucked in her bag
Link with my bitch she's getting you shagged
4th Quarter
Now it’s
Educate
Educate
Survive
Time to thrive
Stay on my feet in the world
Stay sharper
Than a knife
Getting older
Gotta pay the bills
I could live
Catchin' vics, throwin' bricks, gettin' by bein' slick
Used to get high just to get by
Used to have to puff my L in the morning before I get fly
Ate
three feet higher
It won't make it through the night"
The old man down in the Quarter
He said "don't you listen to that boy
The water be down by
soul
And let evil in my mind
Because I had been consumed
By the pain, I held inside
And then I met someone
Who could’ve truly changed my life
I had
Nothing in this world can touch the music that I've heard
When I woke up this morning
It put the sun into my life
It cut my heartbeat with a knife
Nothing in this world can touch the music that I've heard
When I woke up this morning
It put the sun into my life
It cut my heartbeat with a knife
"This afternoon we want to talk about"
"Now I want you brothers to dig where we coming from"
Five yers ago when I was in high school
No bills
the morning come
Then she gone, I can still hear her voice loom
But she only exist in the dark of my room
[Hook - (Violent J) & {Shaggy 2 Dope}]
Love..(I can't
Was a Monday morning
about a quarter past four
You were busy dreaming
So what did you wake up for?
Are you a stranger in your own life?
What
Prolly ran by half a bitch
You keep race a thing we tripping on
But I don't give a damn ugh
Imma color myself in with sharpie
Cause I can
Yo chopper
the basket with plastic
I smoke blunts on the regular fuck peelin' caps
Tryin' to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce
Gettin' chased by the five O
Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone
fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never get up in the morning on a Saturday
Sitting by the Erie with a bull-whipped dog
Telling everyone he saw,
want,
But in the morning make sure you're gone.
I'm talkin' to you: Hot legs, you're wearin' me out.
Hot legs, you can scream and shout.
Hot legs,
in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, you're wearin' me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in
But in the morning make sure you're gone
I'm talkin' to you
Hot legs, wearing me out
Hot legs, you can scream and shout
Hot legs, are you still in
The knives are dull in my kitchen drawer
Potatoes rotting on the creaky floor
So I take my stone and I take each knife
I sharpen their blades through
Catchin' vics, throwin' bricks, gettin' by bein' slick
Used to get high just to get by
Used to have to puff my L in the morning before I get fly
Ate
this girl was trife
She ran clear across the room stabbed him up with a knife
Now he fell to the floor laying in a blood puddle
She ain't nothing but
I'm steady linkin' up with death
I fit a knife into his scalp
Wedge it in between his skull, it's gon' be hard to pull it out
I apply the vices
And that I make it home
But i know there's somebody in the street tonight
Their family mourning in the morning
Hope they be alright yeah
As for me and mine
to find some kil'
Ain't no big deal, just hop in the Seville
Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill
Wake up in the morning and I have weed still
knife
Like two wrongs that don't make a right
Yeah, you get the point
Three five in the wood
This fat as hell
Now you can't hit this joint
My brother
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