Lyrics:
in New O, pimp Creole
The bricks get white like Andy Griffin
By the way, Me and Pitbull doin' terrific
Still got the blow, gettin' the doe no Bisquick
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
to y'all
Every day, I just lay around then I can't be found
Always asking "gimme some", living life like a bum
Times is rough, my auntie got enough
'til my coffin top close and heaven skies open
Fear no man's my slogan, I hope why'all believe
I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that bleeds
My
been tryna cope, with these demons like I’m in hell
This life isn’t fair, we ain’t ever had no help here
(Nah)
Even our life got a price
Some got it
fly
Turning heads as she past by
And even then I used to ask why
Them good girls like them bad guys
When we was young she was mad fly
Turning heads
wrist, look like a package of piss
Looked like they pissed, in a ice cube tray
Put it in the freezer, so by the next day
They could put it on my wrist,
royalties, where are the splits at?
Blue faces, like we all ride for a Crip set,
But I don’t buss down no no no Thotianas,
Buss down with my baby and
Roll
thousand not enough
Man i got these stitches mean i been through all the rough
When I'm with my hommies every minute puff puff
Focused on the vision full
ran away
Dancin' on the people hating feel like Channing Tatum
Clones are sprouting up but shit I'm kinda glad we made 'em
(Aye man, kaleidoscope's in
like stolen gems
Like sacred prophecies and bibles they're encoded in
I'm feeling born again, baptized by the double cross staff
Feel the devil-god
embarrass my moms by carryin' on
Internet and DVD's, babblin' on
I been a threat
You see the G on Fabolous song
I send 'em death repeatedly
When rappin' this
hemmed when we posted and sold things
We linked in elementary
Now more than a quarter century of history makes this bond no mystery
Went from freestyling
all through the town (glou)
I did it by myself no ion never need a crowd
If I was into drugs we smoking oops by the pound (look)
Now tell me how
unconcious
[Chorus]
I by the night i'm a crawler
Killing those who mess with my mind,and i
By the day ima beat up
Can't run away from a madman like me,and i
a madman like me,and i
I by the night i'm a crawler
Killing those who mess with my mind,and i
By the day ima beat 'em
Can't run away from a madman like
like SOB by the way we split
Went our separate ways but I still pray niggas still get rich
(no cap I still love them niggas)
Twenties fifties hunnits
[Featuring Outlawz]
2Pac: Spoken
No one separates what we create
Unstoppable, untouchable
Motherfuckin world wide mob figures
Death Row
complacent by the day
No time to talk work around the clock
Man it’s like i'm sleep walking sleep walking hey
Moving up everyday cant you tell
Can’t stop until
know they hatin' on the low, man it's okay
We ain't got friends no more, ha that's okay
No I ain't good, I'm just okay
No it ain't great, I'm not Tony
Big man's words like an uzi
Spittin them bars so smoothly
We with the boiz no groupies
Livin our lives like the movies
While working, burnin out
to make you mine
Study you like constellations, I wonder what make you shine
On that nine to five grind, but girl, you got bigger dreams
If there's no
hustle all the time, go out for cash makin'
Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
To become a man, we sheddin' tattooed tears
hustle all the time, go out for cash makin'
Forgive my adversaries they don't understand what we go through
To become a man, we sheddin' tattooed tears
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