Lyrics:
They sent my brothers up the road
Can't wait till they get home
In the street's i had to lead to
Every night I made it home
Couldn't leave my mom
reason
N****z know that the bulls*** was dead on the streets
N****z I'm gettin high, gettin head as we speak
Long live the great ones, B.I.G, P.A.C.
You see, first you come up with a plan
And then after that, take over the world and watch em hate
Hate on my mind, in the court, gotta to testify
Bouncing my ass that beat is fat
Drop another hot rhyme on this bass
Standing by the mic headphones on
Rap on a beat spitting all day long
If you can't tell by now, I like guns
Sitting on the back porch
Chewing on a haystack
Thinking 'bout the ways that I'ma
Give my baby payback
Lord
the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
As the baddest rapper there
to the roof of his mouth for thirst
they that be slain in the street be better than we that be slain by hunger and thirst
(Yoh) hard world out here
Streets are murder
Feel the pain an the tension
I wish my family wasn't broke an Would of paid more attention
But I can't blame em for the life Cuz
to drive any bitch insane
Well dolemite is my name
And rappin' and tappin' is my game
Oh yeah? well me tell you somethin' mr. dolemite
The shit you
to the point where the floor was sore
Forty foot fortresses door to door
One prolly Benny the bulls
I been through plenty of bull
Your city definitely envy my
funny
Is it any reason why y'all starvin'
I smell bull and by smelling force
Do I really need to beg your pardon?
My jersey say James I don't play
to the County with no motherfuckin' bail
4800 with this Crippin', oh well
My big homie Boy Blue snatched me by my coattail
He said trip Dogg, ya better get right,
to the beat
Game, take the wheel and turn on 21st Street
Eastside LBC, gun in my hand
It's the turf by the surf but we don't play in the sand
We just, slip
the beef
Word on the streets
Whole lotta heads think I'm sweet
Ought to know by now
Just isn't me
Yuh
Stick in my pocket
Looking back
Wished that I offed it
At 3am normally I be on the creep
You don’t believe me then go look at all my feeds
But all that bull shit we going to put to ah stop
Tonight baby girl
and there's no runnin'
I'm gonna tell you how I feel about you
No bull, no lies, no slack, just straight fact
Columbus, Georgia, you can suck my dick
You
only face I change at a green exchange
From George, to Abe, from Abe to Andy, Jack to Grant
Ulysses and Benjis, pinkies make niggaz green with envy
My
to find my peace in hell
She control it
Not remote it
Thats the ocean by her belt
Fuck a colon
Semi totin'
Stop your sentence in a breath
Off the hinges
the other monkeys wanna do it
Humans are so stupid
Don't bring your bull shit around me, you fucking human
The problem is killing my mind
God give me sign,
ride that shit she drive that shit by herself I nicknamed her Tesla
I make music for the trap niggas white boys and SRT spinners
This bull round my neck
of red paint on my head
Splashed me with red all over
A great big bull was passin' by, caught eye of me
And came chargin' at me full steam ahead
Gore'd me
don't wanna look
You might choke
Watch out for the goons
Watch out for my crooks
Rough riders, all the time
Rough riders, big spiders
4-8, 4-8, 4-8-8
an invasion
But, yo, I can't go on
Because this is the end of my part on the last song
Real G from the streets, villianous when he speaks
For all you
the flavor my old bird said some of
My songs sound like noise
Don't watch the Bulls as much
They got too many white boys
A million black men walkin'
Towards
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