Lyrics:
his seal,
This is his stamp,
This is his oppression,
This is his Signiture,
The Signiture LP.
(Verse 3)
Welcome back to my electric circus,
Served
Please help me
I'm tryna buy my girl a red Shelby
I ain't got the pocket
Can you tell babe
I know that ain't an issue
For you
Please help me
I'm
there's three things I learned to put before my self and career
God, family and my fans
I wish that I could hold your hand
And be like Moses, part the Red
Three niggas kicked the front door with they guns up
Cover my son up, and let the lead off
Pumped the pump, Xzibit took them niggas heads off
Be-atch
I don't fuckz with you, cause I'm on my way
Eyes red I'm on the come up, blaze a pound a day
I don't fuckz with you, so get the fuck out my way
High
faced taking my licks with no chaser
No pace set, no gauge for my nature
Made by the creator to be a creature of habit
Like Alice I can't help chasing my
grabbed my Glock
Then I look at myself in the mirror I can't let them win
Put it back I did some laps around my room, text her again
[Verse 3]
Tell me
was funny.
But who's the dummy
now you done lost the hustler
my down-ass brother gonna be replaced by a bustler
and though I got love for you
I know I
and the jewellry
Three weeks later, I'm at the P-A-D
Had a little fly a** b**** wit me
Sittin' in a dig, yo it couldn't be
(What up G?) Saw my face on TV
tried hard
For all the things that I wanted but my money was inadequate
Probably be killed by my cousins back in Africa
If they knew I risked my free
own
Visions of a home she would make her own
Visions of life she could call her own
Oh oh oh oh
As the years went by to where she'd flown
Raised five
rights
With a bunch of clowns behind the picture that control your life
Long as I own my paper I'm cool
Hate when mfs try and make me play by their rules
I gauge that simply by how you looking (right)
that corny shit hereditary, (what)
your father suck (suck)
either I'm too old for the dumb shit
Blizzards spittin' I'm so cold
Fassies get exposed by my snub nosed flow
My 12-gauge frays at close range
And make you levitate
Like David Blaine, it ain't no
spread
No mercy fool 'cause you made your own bed
And I got one in the chamber
And 17 in the clip
I see the ranger so I begin to tighten my grip
Now what
you'll get beat.. three or four mins that's a new instrumental..
Don't trust this bitch every nigga that I'm with know her can't be coincidental..
I own my
the East from the West
Would you want trouble?
If you knew the four double was in pocket
In my pocket, pop, kick
Gauge tactics, enrage that shit
Like fuck
to make a call
Slave to the priest
He's controlling beliefs
While we're working on the fields getting lashed by the chief
Couldn't own our land
Proprietors
of stabbings, in- alone, better add three slappings (baow, baow, baow)
B better add a next two, and- better add a next one (brr, baow)
Twelve gauge broke had
we live
Yeah Lurupt the raw dogg
Dogg Pound Gangsta for life
And my own thing, Antra
Check this out, (check it out)
[Kurupt]
One, two to the three
K
at the foot of the throne of God.
North, aye, North, through a land accursed, shunned by the scouring brutes,
And all I heard was my own harsh word
you can't touch (x 3)
I really kinda like it but it's much too much
My what a chick a fiery red and your first pick
Hanging out with her is quite
afraid at our snarls
Thank God we didn't get beat by the Red Hot Karls
I care about culture of my squad
But after praccy I'm a really need to stretch my
Always got some green
Twenty-pointers in the buffs, bitch
My view icy
Balaclavas back-to back-to back, bitch
We too shiesty
Know that shit designed by
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